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1840
TWO YEARS BEFORE THE MAST
by Richard Henry Dana
CHAPTER I
DEPARTURE
The fourteenth of August was the day fixed upon for the sailing of
the brig Pilgrim on her voyage from Boston round Cape Horn to the
western coast of North America. As she was to get under weigh early in
the afternoon, I made my appearance on board at twelve o'clock, in
full sea-rig, and with my chest, containing an outfit for a two or
three years' voyage, which I had undertaken from a determination to
cure, if possible, by an entire change of life, and by a long
absence from books and study, a weakness of the eyes, which had
obliged me to give up my pursuits, and which no medical aid seemed
likely to cure.
The change from the tight dress coat, silk cap and kid gloves of
an undergraduate at Cambridge, to the loose duck trowsers, checked
shirt and tarpaulin hat of a sailor, though somewhat of a
transformation, was soon made, and I supposed that I should pass
very well for a jack tar. But it is impossible to deceive the
practised eye in these matters; and while I supposed myself to be
looking as salt as Neptune himself, I was, no doubt, known for a
landsman by every one on board as soon as I hove in sight. A sailor
has a peculiar cut to his clothes, and a way of wearing them which a
green hand can never get. The trowsers, tight round the hips, and
thence hanging long and loose round the feet, a superabundance of
checked shirt, a low-crowned, well varnished black hat, worn on the
back of the head, with half a fathom of black ribbon hanging over
the left eye, and a peculiar tie to the black silk neckerchief, with
sundry other minutiae, are signs, the want of which betray the
beginner, at once. Besides the points in my dress which were out of
the way, doubtless my complexion and hands were enough to
distinguish me from the regular salt, who, with a sunburnt cheek, wide
step, and rolling gait, swings his bronzed and toughened hands
athwartships, half open, as though just ready to grasp a rope.
"With all my imperfections on my head," I joined the crew, and we
hauled out into the stream, and came to anchor for the night. The next
day we were employed in preparations for sea, reeving studding-sail
gear, crossing royal yards, putting on chafing gear, and taking on
board our powder. On the following night, I stood my first watch. I
remained awake nearly all the first part of the night from fear that I
might not hear when I was called; and when I went on deck, so great
were my ideas of the importance of my trust, that I walked regularly
fore and aft the whole length of the vessel, looking out over the bows
and taffrail at each turn, and was not a little surprised at the
coolness of the old salt whom I called to take my place, in stowing
himself snugly away under the long boat, for a nap. That was a
sufficient look-out, he thought, for a fine night, at anchor in a safe
harbor.
The next morning was Saturday, and a breeze having sprung up from
the southward, we took a pilot on board, hove up our anchor, and began
beating down the bay. I took leave of those of my friends who came
to see me off, and had barely opportunity to take a last look at the
city, and well-known objects, as no time is allowed on board ship
for sentiment. As we drew down into the lower harbor, we found the
wind ahead in the bay, and were obliged to come to anchor in the
roads. We remained there through the day and a part of the night. My
watch began at eleven o'clock at night, and I received orders to
call the captain if the wind came out from the westward. About
midnight the wind became fair, and having called the captain, I was
ordered to call all hands. How I accomplished this I do not know,
but I am quite sure that I did not give the true hoarse, boatswain
call of "A-a-ll ha-a-a-nds! up anchor, a-ho-oy!" In a short time every
one was in motion, the sails loosed, the yards braced, and we began to
heave up the anchor, which was our last hold upon Yankee land. I could
take but little part in all these preparations. My little knowledge of
a vessel was all at fault. Unintelligible orders were so rapidly given
and so immediately executed; there was such a hurrying about, and such
an intermingling of strange cries and stranger actions, that I was
completely bewildered. There is not so helpless and pitiable an object
in the world as a landsman beginning a sailor's life. At length
those peculiar, longdrawn sounds, which denote that the crew are
heaving at the windlass, began, and in a few moments we were under
weigh. The noise of the water thrown from the bows began to be
heard, the vessel leaned over from the damp night breeze, and rolled
with the heavy ground swell, and we had actually begun our long,
long journey. This was literally bidding "good night" to my native
land.
CHAPTER II
FIRST IMPRESSIONS--"SAIL HO!"
The first day we passed at sea was the Sabbath. As we were just from
port, and there was a great deal to be done on board, we were kept
at work all day, and at night the watches were set, and everything put
into sea order. When we were called aft to be divided into watches,
I had a good specimen of the manner of a sea captain. After the
division had been made, he gave a short characteristic speech, walking
the quarter deck with a cigar in his mouth, and dropping the words out
between the puffs.
"Now, my men, we have begun a long voyage. If we get along well
together, we shall have a comfortable time; if we don't, we shall have
hell afloat.- All you've got to do is to obey your orders and do your
duty like men,- then you'll fare well enough;- if you don't, you'll
fare hard enough,- I can tell you. If we pull together, you'll find me
a clever fellow; if we don't, you'll find me a bloody rascal.- That's
all I've got to say.- Go below, the larboard watch!"
I being in the starboard, or second mate's watch, had the
opportunity of keeping the first watch at sea. S---, a young man,
making, like myself, his first voyage, was in the same watch, and as
he was the son of a professional man, and had been in a countingroom
in Boston, we found that we had many friends and topics in common.
We talked these matters over,- Boston, what our friends were probably
doing, our voyage, etc., until he went to take his turn at the
look-out, and left me to myself. I had now a fine time for reflection.
I felt for the first time the perfect silence of the sea. The
officer was walking the quarter deck, where I had no right to go,
one or two men were talking on the forecastle, whom I had little
inclination to join, so that I was left open to the full impression of
everything about me. However much I was affected by the beauty of
the sea, the bright stars, and the clouds driven swiftly over them,
I could not but remember that I was separating myself from all the
social and intellectual enjoyments of life. Yet, strange as it may
seem, I did then and afterwards take pleasure in these reflections,
hoping by them to prevent my becoming insensible to the value of
what I was leaving.
But all my dreams were soon put to flight by an order from the
officer to trim the yards, as the wind was getting ahead; and I
could plainly see by the looks the sailors occasionally cast to
windward, and by the dark clouds that were fast coming up, that we had
bad weather to prepare for, and had heard the captain say that he
expected to be in the Gulf Stream by twelve o'clock. In a few
minutes eight bells were struck, the watch called, and we went
below. I now began to feel the first discomforts of a sailor's life.
The steerage in which I lived was filled with coils of rigging,
spare sails, old junk and ship stores, which had not been stowed away.
Moreover, there had been no berths built for us to sleep in, and we
were not allowed to drive nails to hang our clothes upon. The sea,
too, had risen, the vessel was rolling heavily, and everything was
pitched about in grand confusion. There was a complete "hurrah's
nest," as the sailors say, "everything on top and nothing at hand."
A large hawser had been coiled away upon my chest; my hats, boots,
mattress and blankets had all fetched away and gone over to leeward,
and were jammed and broken under the boxes and coils of rigging. To
crown all, we were allowed no light to find anything with, and I was
just beginning to feel strong symptoms of sea-sickness, and that
listlessness and inactivity which accompany it. Giving up all attempts
to collect my things together, I lay down upon the sails, expecting
every moment to hear the cry of "all hands ahoy," which the
approaching storm would soon make necessary. I shortly heard the
rain-drops falling on deck, thick and fast, and the watch evidently
had their hands full of work, for I could hear the loud and repeated
orders of the mate, the trampling of feet, the creaking of blocks, and
all the accompaniments of a coming storm. In a few minutes the slide
of the hatch was thrown back, which let down the noise and tumult of
the deck still louder, the loud cry of "All hands, ahoy! tumble up
here and take in sail," saluted our ears, and the hatch was quickly
shut again. When I got upon deck, a new scene and a new experience was
before me. The little brig was close hauled upon the wind, and lying
over, as it then seemed to me, nearly upon her beam ends. The heavy
head sea was beating against her bows with the noise and force
almost of a sledge hammer, and flying over the deck, drenching us
completely through. The topsail halyards had been let go, and the
great sails were filling out topsoil and backing against the masts
with a noise like thunder. The wind was whistling through the rigging,
loose ropes flying about; loud and, to me, unintelligible orders
constantly given and rapidly executed, and the sailors "singing out"
at the ropes in their hoarse and peculiar strains. In addition to
all this, I this, I had not got my "sea legs on," was dreadfully sick,
with hardly strength enough to hold on to anything, and it was
"pitch dark." This was my state when I was ordered aloft, for the
first time, to reef topsails.
How I got along, I cannot now remember. I "laid out" on the yards
and held on with all my strength. I could not have been of much
service, for I remember having been sick several times before I left
the topsail yard. Soon all was snug aloft, and we were again allowed
to go below. This I did not consider much of a favor, for the
confusion of everything below, and that inexpressible sickening smell,
caused by the shaking up of the bilge-water in the hold, made the
steerage but an indifferent refuge from the cold, wet decks. I had
often read of the nautical experiences of others, but I felt as though
there could be none worse than mine; for in addition to every other
evil, I could not but remember that this was only the first night of a
two years' voyage. When we were on deck we were not much better off,
for we were continually ordered about by the officer, who said that it
was good for us to be in motion. Yet anything was better than the
horrible state of things below. I remember very well going to the
hatchway and putting my head down, when I was oppressed by nausea, and
always being relieved immediately. It was as good as an emetic.
This state of things continued for two days.
Wednesday, Aug. 20th. We had the watch on deck from four till eight,
this morning. When we came on deck at four o'clock, we found things
much changed for the better. The sea and wind had gone down, and the
stars were out bright. I experienced a corresponding change in my
feelings; yet continued extremely weak from my sickness. I stood in
the waist on the weather side, watching the gradual breaking of the
day, and the first streaks of the early light. Much has been said of
the sun-rise at sea; but it will not compare with the sun-rise on
shore. It wants the accompaniments of the songs of birds, the
awakening hum of men, and the glancing of the first beams upon
trees, hills, spires, and house-tops, to give it life and spirit.
But though the actual rise of the sun at sea is not so beautiful,
yet nothing will compare with the early breaking of day upon the
wide ocean.
There is something in the first grey streaks stretching along the
eastern horizon and throwing an indistinct light upon the face of
the deep, which combines with the boundlessness and unknown depth of
the sea around you, and gives one a feeling of loneliness, of dread,
and of melancholy foreboding, which nothing else in nature can give.
This gradually passes away as the light grows brighter, and when the
sun comes up, the ordinary monotonous sea day begins.
From such reflections as these, I was aroused by the order from
the officer, "Forward there! rig the head-pump!" I found that no
time was allowed for day-dreaming, but that we must "turn to" at the
first light. Having called up the "idlers," namely, carpenter, cook,
steward, etc., and rigged the pump, we commenced washing down the
decks. This operation, which is performed every morning at sea,
takes nearly two hours; and I had hardly strength enough to get
through it. After we had finished, swabbed down, and coiled up the
rigging, I sat down on the spars, waiting for seven bells, which was
the sign for breakfast. The officer, seeing my lazy posture, ordered
me to slush the main-mast from the royal-mast-head, down. The vessel
was then rolling a little, and I had taken no sustenance for three
days, so that I felt tempted to tell him that I had rather wait till
after breakfast; but I knew that I must "take the bull by the
horns," and that if I showed any sign of want of spirit or of
backwardness, that I should be ruined at once. So I took my bucket
of grease and climbed up to the royal-mast-head. Here the rocking of
the vessel, which increases the higher you go from the foot of the
mast, which is the fulcrum of the lever, and the smell of the
grease, which offended my fastidious senses, upset my stomach again,
and I was not a little rejoiced when I got upon the comparative
terra firma of the deck. In a few minutes seven bells were struck, the
log hove, the watch called, and we went to breakfast. Here I cannot
but remember the advice of the cook, a simple-hearted African.
"Now," says he, "my lad, you are well cleaned out; you haven't got a
drop of your 'long-shore swash aboard of you. You must begin on a
new tack,- pitch all your sweetmeats overboard, and turn-to upon good
hearty salt beef and sea bread, and I'll promise you, you'll have your
ribs well sheathed, and be as hearty as any of 'em, afore you are up
to the Horn." This would be good advice to give to passengers, when
they speak of the little niceties which they have laid in, in case
of sea-sickness.
I cannot describe the change which half a pound of cold salt beef
and a biscuit or two produced in me. I was a new being. We had a watch
below until noon, so that I had some time to myself; and getting a
huge piece of strong, cold, salt beef from the cook, I kept gnawing
upon it until twelve o'clock. When we went on deck I felt somewhat
like a man, and could begin to learn my sea duty with considerable
spirit. At about two o'clock we heard the loud cry of "Sail ho!"
from aloft, and soon saw two sails to windward, going directly athwart
our hawse. This was the first time that I had seen a sail at sea. I
thought then, and have always since, that it exceeds every other sight
in interest and beauty. They passed to leeward of us, and out of
hailing distance; but the captain could read the names on their sterns
with the glass. They were the ship Helen Mar, of New York, and the
brig Mermaid, of Boston. They were both steering westward, and were
bound in for our "dear native land."
Thursday, Aug. 21st. This day the sun rose clear, we had a fine
wind, and everything was bright and cheerful. I had now got my sea
legs on, and was beginning to enter upon the regular duties of a
sea-life. About six bells, that is, three o'clock P. M., we saw a sail
on our larboard bow. I was very anxious, like every new sailor, to
speak her. She came down to us, backed her main-topsail, and the two
vessels stood "head on," bowing and curvetting at each other like a
couple of war-horses reined in by their riders. It was the first
vessel that I had seen near, and I was surprised to find out how
much she rolled and pitched in so quiet a sea. She plunged her head
into the sea, and then, her stern settling gradually down, her huge
bows rose up, showing the bright copper, and her stern, and
breast-hooks dripping, like old Neptune's locks, with the brine. Her
decks were filled with passengers who had come up at the cry of
"sail ho," and who by their dress and features appeared to be Swiss
and French emigrants. She hailed us at first in French, but
receiving no answer, she tried us in English. She was the ship La
Carolina, from Havre, for New York. We desired her to report the
brig Pilgrim, from Boston, for the north-west coast of America, five
days out. She then filled away and left us to plough on through our
waste of waters. This day ended pleasantly; we had got into regular
and comfortable weather, and into that routine of sea-life which is
only broken by a storm, a sail, or the sight of land.
CHAPTER III
SHIP'S DUTIES--TROPICS
As we had now a long "spell" of fine weather, without any incident
to break the monotony of our lives, there can be no better place to
describe the duties, regulations, and customs of an American
merchantman, of which ours was a fair specimen.
The captain, in the first place, is lord paramount. He stands no
watch, comes and goes when he pleases, and is accountable to no one,
and must be obeyed in everything, without a question, even from his
chief officer. He has the power to turn his officers off duty, and
even to break them and make them do duty as sailors in the forecastle.
Where there are no passengers and no supercargo, as in our vessel,
he has no companion but his own dignity, and no pleasures, unless he
differs from most of his kind, but the consciousness of possessing
supreme power, and, occasionally, the exercise of it.
The prime minister, the official organ, and the active and
superintending officer, is the chief mate. He is first lieutenant,
boatswain, sailing-master, and quarter-master. The captain tells him
what he wishes to have done, and leaves to him the care of overseeing,
of allotting the work, and also the responsibility of its being well
done. The mate (as he is always called, par excellence) also keeps the
log-book, for which he is responsible to the owners and insurers,
and has the charge of the stowage, safe keeping, and delivery of the
cargo. He is also, ex-officio, the wit of the crew; for the captain
does not condescend to joke with the men, and the second mate no one
cares for; so that when "the mate" thinks fit to entertain "the
people" with a coarse joke or a little practical wit, every one
feels bound to laugh.
The second mate's is proverbially a dog's berth. He is neither
officer nor man. The men do not respect him as an officer, and he is
obliged to go aloft to reef and furl the topsails, and to put his
hands into the tar and slush, with the rest. The crew call him the
"sailors' waiter," as he has to furnish them with spun-yarn, marline,
and all other stuffs that they need in their work, and has charge of
the boatswain's locker, which includes serving-boards,
marline-spikes, etc., etc. He is expected by the captain to maintain
his dignity and to enforce obedience, and still is kept at a great
distance from the mate, and obliged to work with the crew. He is one
to whom little is given and of whom much is required. His wages are
usually double those of a common sailor, and he eats and sleeps in the
cabin; but he is obliged to be on deck nearly all his time, and eats
at the second table, that is, makes a meal out of what the captain and
chief mate leave.
The steward is the captain's servant, and has charge of the
pantry, from which every one, even the mate himself, is excluded.
These distinctions usually find him an enemy in the mate, who does not
like to have any one on board who is not entirely under his control;
the crew do not consider him as one of their number, so he is left
to the mercy of the captain.
The cook is the patron of the crew, and those who are in his favor
can get their wet mittens and stockings dried, or light their pipes at
the galley on the night watch. These two worthies, together with the
carpenter and sailmaker, if there be one, stand no watch, but, being
employed all day, are allowed to "sleep in" at night, unless all hands
are called.
The crew are divided into two divisions, as equally as may be,
called the watches. Of these the chief mate commands the larboard, and
the second mate the starboard. They divide the time between them,
being on and off duty, or, as it is called, on deck and below, every
other four hours. If, for instance, the chief mate with the larboard
watch have the first night-watch from eight to twelve; at the end of
the four hours, the starboard watch is called, and the second mate
takes the deck, while the larboard watch and the first mate go below
until four in the morning, when they come on deck again and remain
until eight; having what is called the morning watch. As they will
have been on deck eight hours out of twelve, while those who had the
middle watch- from twelve to four, will only have been up four hours,
they have what is called a "forenoon watch below," that is, from
eight, A.M., till twelve, P.M. In a man-of-war, and in some
merchantmen, this alternation of watches is kept up throughout the
twenty-four hours; but our ship, like most merchantmen, had "all
hands" from twelve o'clock till dark, except in bad weather, when we
had "watch and watch."
An explanation of the "dog watches" may, perhaps, be of use to one
who has never been at sea. They are to shift the watches each night,
so that the same watch need not be on deck at the same hours. In order
to effect this, the watch from four to eight, P. M., is divided into
two half, or do, watches, one from four to six, and the other from six
to eight. By this means they divide the twenty-four hours into seven
watches instead of six, and thus shift the hours every night. As the
dog watches come during twilight after the day's work is done, and
before the night watch is set, they are the watches in which everybody
is on deck. The captain is up, walking on the weather side of the
quarter-deck, the chief mate on the leeside, and the second mate about
the weather gangway. The steward has finished his work in the cabin,
and has come up to smoke his pipe with the cook in the galley. The
crew are sitting on the windlass or lying on the forecastle, smoking
or telling long yarns. At eight o'clock, eight bells are struck, the
log is hove, the watch set, the wheel relieved, the galley shut up,
and the other watch goes below.
The morning commences with the watch on deck's "turning-to" at
day-break and washing down, scrubbing and swabbing the decks. This,
together with filling the "scuttled butt" with fresh water, and
coiling up the rigging, usually occupies the time until seven bells,
(half after seven,) when all hands get breakfast. At eight, the
day's work begins, and lasts until sundown, with the exception of an
hour for dinner.
Before I end my explanations, it may be well to define a day's work,
and to correct a mistake prevalent among landsmen about a sailor's
life. Nothing is more common than to hear people say- "Are not
sailors very idle at sea?- what can they find to do?" This is a very
natural mistake, and being very frequently made, it is one which every
sailor feels interested in having corrected. In the first place, then,
the discipline of the ship requires every man to be at work upon
something when he is on deck, except at night and on Sundays. Except
at these times, you will never see a man, on board a well-ordered
vessel, standing idle on deck, sitting down or leaning over the
side. It is the officers' duty to keep every one at work, even if
there is nothing to be done but to scrape the rust from the chain
cables. In no state prison are the convicts more regularly set to
work, and more closely watched. No conversation is allowed among the
crew at their duty, and though they frequently do talk when aloft,
or when near one another, yet they always stop when an officer is
nigh.
With regard to the work upon which the men are put, it is a matter
which probably would not be understood by one who has not been at sea.
When I first left port, and found that we were kept regularly employed
for a week or two, I supposed that we were getting the vessel into sea
trim, and that it would soon be over, and we should have nothing to do
but to sail the ship but I found that it continued so for two years,
and at the end of the two years there was as much to be done as
ever. As has often been said, a ship is like a lady's watch, always
out of repair. When first leaving port, studding-sail gear is to be
rove, all the running rigging to be examined, that which is unfit
for use to be got down, and new rigging rove in its place: then the
standing rigging is to be overhauled, replaced, and repaired, in a
thousand different ways; and wherever any of the numberless ropes or
the yards are chafing or wearing upon it, there "chafing gear," as
it is called, must be put on. This chafing gear consists of worming,
parcelling, rounding, battens, and service of all kinds- both
rope-yarns, spun-yarn, marline and seizing-stuffs. Taking off, putting
on, and mending the chafing gear alone, upon a vessel, would find
constant employment for two or three men, during working hours, for
a whole voyage.
The next point to be considered is, that all the "small stuffs"
which are used on board a ship- such as spun-yarn, marline,
seizing-stuff, etc., etc.- are made on board. The owners of a vessel
buy up incredible quantities of "old junk," which the sailors unlay,
after drawing out the yarns, knot them together, and roll them up in
balls. These "rope-yarns" are constantly used for various purposes,
but the greater part is manufactured into spun-yarn. For this
purpose every vessel is furnished with a "spun-yarn winch"; which is
very simple, consisting of a wheel and spindle. This may be heard
constantly going on deck in pleasant weather; and we had employment,
during a great part of the time, for three hands in drawing and
knotting yarns, and making, spun-yarn.
Another method of employing the crew is, "setting up" rigging.
Whenever any of the standing rigging becomes slack, (which is
continually happening,) the seizing and coverings must be taken off,
tackles got up, and after the rigging is bowsed well taught, the
seizings and coverings replaced; coverings which is a very nice piece
of work. There is also such a connection between different parts of
a vessel, that one rope can seldom be touched without altering
another. You cannot stay a mast aft by the back stays, without
slacking up the head stays, etc., etc. If we add to this all the
tarring, greasing, oiling, varnishing, painting, scraping, and
scrubbing which is required in the course of a long voyage, and also
remember this is all to be done in addition to watching at night,
steering, reefing, furling, bracing, making and setting sail, and
pulling, hauling and climbing in every direction, one will hardly ask,
"What can a sailor find to do at sea?"
If, after all this labor- after exposing their lives and limbs in
storms, wet and cold,
"Wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch:
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their furs dry;-"
the merchants and captains think that they have not earned their
twelve dollars a month, (out of which they clothe themselves,) and
their salt beef and hard bread, they keep them picking oakum- ad
infinitum. This is the usual resource upon a rainy day, for then it
will not do to work upon rigging; and when it is pouring down in
floods, instead of letting the sailors stand about in sheltered
places, and talk, and keep themselves comfortable, they are
separated to different parts of the ship and kept at work picking
oakum. I have seen oakum stuff placed about in different parts of
the ship, so that the sailors might not be idle in the snatches
between the frequent squalls upon crossing the equator. Some
officers have been so driven to find work for the crew in a ship ready
for sea, that they have set them to pounding the anchors (often
done) and scraping the chain cables. The "Philadelphia Catechism" is,
"Six days shalt thou labor and do all thou art able,
And on the seventh- holystone the decks and scrape the cable."
This kind of work, of course, is not kept up off Cape Horn, Cape
of Good Hope, and in extreme north and south latitudes; but I have
seen the decks washed down and scrubbed, when the water would have
frozen if it had been fresh; and all hands kept at work upon the
rigging, when we had on our pea-jackets, and our hands so numb that we
could hardly hold our marline-spikes.
I have here gone out of my narrative course in order that any who
may read this may form as correct an idea of a sailor's life and
duty as possible. I have done it in this place because, for some time,
our life was nothing but the unvarying repetition of these duties,
which can be better described together. Before leaving this
description, however, I would state, in order to show landsmen how
little they know of the nature of a ship, that a ship-carpenter is
kept in constant employ during good weather on board vessels which are
in, what is called, perfect sea order.
CHAPTER IV
A ROGUE--TROUBLE ON BOARD--"LAND HO!"--POMPERO--CAPE HORN
After speaking the Carolina, on the 21st August, nothing occurred to
break the monotony of our life until-
Friday, September 5th, when we saw a sail on our weather (starboard)
beam. She proved to be a brig under English colors, and passing
under our stern, reported herself as forty-nine days from Buenos
Ayres, bound to Liverpool. Before she had passed us, sail ho!" was
cried again, and we made another sail, far on our weather bow, and
steering athwart our hawse. She passed out of hail, but we made her
out to be an hermaphrodite brig, with Brazilian colors in her main
rigging. By her course, she must have been bound from Brazil to the
south of Europe, probably Portugal.
Sunday, September 7th. Fell in with the north-east trade-winds. This
morning we caught our first dolphin, which I was very eager to see.
I was disappointed in the colors of this fish when dying. They were
certainly very beautiful, but not equal to what had been said of them.
They are too indistinct. To do the fish justice, there is nothing more
beautiful than the dolphin when swimming a few feet below the surface,
on a bright day. It is the most elegantly formed, and also the
quickest fish, in salt water; and the rays of the sun striking upon
it, in its rapid and changing motions, reflected from the water,
make it look like a stray beam from a rainbow.
This day was spent like all pleasant Sabbaths at sea. The decks
are washed down, the rigging coiled up, and everything put in order;
and throughout the day only one watch is kept on deck at a time. The
men are all dressed in their best white duck trowsers, and red or
checked shirts, and have nothing to do but to make the necessary
changes in the sails. They employ themselves in reading, talking,
smoking, and mending their clothes. If the weather is pleasant, they
bring their work and their books upon deck, and sit down upon the
forecastle and windlass. This is the only day on which these
privileges are allowed them. When Monday comes, they put on their
tarry trowsers again, and prepare for six days of labor.
To enhance the value of the Sabbath to the crew, they are allowed on
that day a pudding, or, as it is called, a "duff." This is nothing
more than flour boiled with water, and eaten with molasses. It is very
heavy, dark, and clammy, yet it is looked upon as a luxury, and really
forms an agreeable variety with salt beef and pork. Many a rascally
captain has made friends of his crew by allowing them duff twice a
week on the passage home.
On board some vessels this is made a day of instruction and of
religious exercises; but we had a crew of swearers, from the captain
to the smallest boy; and a day of rest and of something like quiet,
social enjoyment, was all that we could expect.
We continued running large before the north-east trade winds for
several days, until Monday-
September 22d, when, upon coming on deck at seven bells in the
morning, we found the other watch aloft, throwing water upon the
sails; and looking astern, we saw a small clipper-built brig with a
black hull heading directly after us. We went to work immediately, and
put all the canvas upon the brig which we could get upon her,
rigging out oars for studding-sail yards; and continued wetting down
the sails by buckets of water whipped up to the mast-head, until about
nine o'clock, when there came on a drizzling rain. The vessel
continued in pursuit, changing her course as we changed ours to keep
before the wind. The captain, who watched her with his glass, said
that she was armed, and full of men, and showed no colors. We
continued running dead before the wind, knowing that we sailed
better so, and that clippers are fastest on the wind. We had also
another advantage. The wind was light, and we spread more canvas
than she did, having royals and sky-sails fore and aft, and ten
studding-sails; while she, being an hermaphrodite brig, had only a
gaff top-sail, aft. Early in the morning she was overhauling us a
little, but after the rain came on and the wind grew lighter, we began
to leave her astern. All hands remained on deck throughout the day,
and we got our arms in order; but we were too few to have done
anything with her, if she had proved to be what we feared. Fortunately
there was no moon, and the night which followed was exceedingly
dark, so that by putting out all the lights on board and altering
our course four points, we hoped to get out of her reach. We had no
light in the binnacle, but steered by the stars, and kept perfect
silence through the night. At daybreak there was no sign of anything
in the horizon, and we kept the vessel off to her course.
Wednesday, October 1st. Crossed the equator in long. 24 deg. 24' W.
I now, for the first time, felt at liberty, according to the old
usage, to call myself a son of Neptune, and was very glad to be able
to claim the title without the disagreeable initiation which so many
have to go through. After once crossing the line you can never be
subjected to the process, but are considered as a son of Neptune, with
full powers to play tricks upon others. This ancient custom is now
seldom allowed, unless there are passengers on board, in which case
there is always a good deal of sport.
It had been obvious to all hands for some time that the second mate,
whose name was F---, was an idle, careless fellow, and not much of a
sailor, and that the captain was exceedingly dissatisfied with him.
The power of the captain in these cases was well known, and we all
anticipated a difficulty. F--- (called Mr. by virtue of his office)
was but half a sailor, having always been short voyages and remained
at home a long time between them. His father was a man of some
property, and intended to have given his son a liberal education;
but he, being idle and worthless, was sent off to sea, and succeeded
no better there; for, unlike many scamps, he had none of the qualities
of a sailor- he was "not of the stuff that they make 'lors of." He
was one of that class of officers who are disliked by their captain
and despised by the crew. He used to hold long yarns with the crew,
and talk about the captain, and play with the boys, and relax
discipline in every way. This kind of conduct always makes the captain
suspicious, and is never pleasant, in the end, to the men; they
preferring to have an officer active, vigilant, and distant as may be,
with kindness. Among other bad practices, he frequently slept on his
watch, and having been discovered asleep by the captain, he was told
that he would be turned off duty if he did it again. To prevent it
in every way possible the hen-coops were ordered to be knocked up, for
the captain never sat down on deck himself, and never permitted an
officer to do so.
The second night after crossing the equator, we had the watch from
eight till twelve, and it was "my helm" for the last two hours.
There had been light squalls through the night, and the captain told
Mr. F---, who commanded our watch, to keep a bright lookout. Soon
after I came to the helm, I found that he was quite drowsy, and at
last he stretched himself on the companion and went fast asleep.
Soon afterwards, the captain came very quietly on deck, and stood by
me for some time looking at the compass. The officer at length
became aware of the captain's presence, but pretending not to know it,
began humming and whistling to himself, to show that he was not
asleep, and went forward, without looking behind him, and ordered
the main royal to be loosed. On turning round to come aft, he
pretended surprise at seeing the master on deck. This would not do.
The captain was too "wide awake" for him, and beginning upon him at
once, gave him a grand blow-up, in true nautical style- "You're a
lazy, good-for-nothing rascal; you're neither man, boy, soger, nor
sailor! you're no more than a thing aboard a vessel! you don't earn
your salt; you're worse than a Mahon soger!" and other still more
choice extracts from the sailor's vocabulary. After the poor fellow
had taken this harangue, he was sent into his stateroom, and the
captain stood the rest of the watch himself.
At seven bells in the morning, all hands were called aft and told
that F--- was no longer an officer on board, and that we might
choose one of our own number for second mate. It is usual for the
captain to make this offer, and it is very good policy, for the crew
think themselves the choosers and are flattered by it, but have to
obey, nevertheless. Our crew, as is usual, refused to take the
responsibility of choosing a man of whom we would never be able to
complain, and left it to the captain. He picked out an active and
intelligent young sailor, born near the Kennebec, who had been several
Canton voyages, and proclaimed him in the following manner: "I
choose Jim Hall- he's your second mate. All you've got to do is to
obey him as you would me; and remember that he is Mr. Hall." F--- went
forward into the forecastle as a common sailor, and lost the handle to
his name, while young foremast Jim became Mr. Hall, and took up his
quarters in the land of knives and forks and tea-cups.
Sunday, October 5th. It was our morning watch; when, soon after
the day began to break, a man on the forecastle called out, "Land ho!"
I had never heard the cry before, and did not know what it meant, (and
few would suspect what the words were, when hearing the strange
sound for the first time,) but I soon found, by the direction of all
eyes, that there was land stretching along on our weather beam. We
immediately took in studding-sails and hauled our wind, running in for
the land. This was done to determine our longitude; for by the
captain's chronometer we were in 25 deg. W., but by his observations
we were much farther, and he had been for some time in doubt whether
it was his chronometer or his sextant which was out of order. This
land-fall settled the matter, and the former instrument was condemned,
and, becoming still worse, was never afterwards used.
As we ran in towards the coast, we found that we were directly off
the port of Pernambuco, and could see with the telescope the roofs
of the houses, and one large church, and the town of Olinda. We ran
along by the mouth of the harbor, and saw a full-rigged brig going in.
At two, P. M., we again kept off before the wind, leaving the land
on our quarter, and at sun-down, it was out of sight. It was here that
I first saw one of those singular things called catamarans. They are
composed of logs lashed together upon the water; have one large
sail, are quite fast, and, strange as it may seem, are trusted as good
sea boats. We saw several, with from one to three men in each,
boldly putting out to sea, after it had become almost dark. The
Indians go out in them after fish, and as the weather is regular in
certain seasons, they have no fear. After taking a new departure
from Olinda, we kept off on our way to Cape Horn.
We met with nothing remarkable until we were in the latitude of
the river La Plata. Here there are violent gales from the southwest,
called Pamperos, which are very destructive to the shipping in the
river, and are felt for many leagues at sea. They are usually preceded
by lightning. The captain told the mates to keep a bright lookout, and
if they saw lightning at the south-west, to take in sail at once. We
got the first touch of one during my watch on deck. I was walking in
the lee gangway, and thought that I saw lightning on the lee bow. I
told the second mate, who came over and looked out for some time. It
was very black in the south-west, and in about ten minutes we saw a
distinct flash. The wind, which had been south-east, had now left
us, and it was dead calm. We sprang aloft immediately and furled the
royals and top-gallant-sails, and took in the flying jib, hauled up
the mainsail and trysail, squared the after yards, and awaited the
attack. A huge mist capped with black clouds came driving towards
us, extending over that quarter of the horizon, and covering the
stars, which shone brightly in the other part of the heavens. It
came upon us at once with a blast, and a shower of hail and rain,
which almost took our breath from us. The hardiest was obliged to turn
his back. We let the halyards run, and fortunately were not taken
aback. The little vessel "paid off" from the wind, and ran for some
time directly before it, tearing through the water with everything
flying. Having called all hands, we closereefed the topsails and
trysail, furled the courses and jib, set the fore-topmast staysail,
and brought her up nearly to her course, with the weather braces
hauled in a little, to ease her.
This was the first blow, that I had seen, which could really be
called a gale. We had reefed our topsails in the Gulf Stream, and I
thought it something serious, but an older sailor would have thought
nothing of it. As I had now become used to the vessel and to my
duty, I was of some service on a yard, and could knot my reef-point as
well as anybody. I obeyed the order to lay* aloft with the rest, and
found the reefing a very exciting scene; for one watch reefed the
fore-topsail, and the other the main, and every one did his utmost
to get his topsail hoisted first. We had a great advantage over the
larboard watch, because the chief mate never goes aloft, while our new
second mate used to jump into the rigging as soon as we began to
haul out the reef-tackle, and have the weather earing passed before
there was a man upon the yard. In this way we were almost always
able to raise the cry of "Haul out to leeward" before them, and having
knotted our points, would slide down the shrouds and back-stays, and
sing out at the topsail halyards to let it be known that we were ahead
of them. Reefing is the most exciting part of a sailor's duty. All
hands are engaged upon it, and after the halyards are let go, there is
no time to be lost- no "sogering," or hanging back, then. If one is
not quick enough, another runs over him. The first on the yard goes to
the weather earing, the second to the lee, and the next two to the
"dog's ears;" while the others lay along into the bunt, just giving
each other elbow-room. In reefing, the yard-arms (the extremes of
the yards) are the posts of honor; but in furling, the strongest and
most experienced stand in the slings, (or, middle of the yard,) to
make up the bunt. If the second mate is a smart fellow, he will
never let any one take either of these posts from him; but if he is
wanting either in seamanship, strength, or activity, some better man
will get the bunt and earings from him; which immediately brings him
into disrepute.
*This word "lay," which is in such general use on board ship, being
used in giving orders instead of "go;" as, "Lay forward!" "Lay aft!"
"Lay aloft!" etc., I do not understand to be the neuter verb lie,
mispronounced, but to be the active verb lay, with the objective
case understood; as, "Lay yourselves forward!" "Lay yourselves aft!"
etc.
We remained for the rest of the night, and throughout the next
day, under the same close sail, for it continued to blow very fresh;
and though we had no more hail, yet there was a soaking rain, and it
was quite cold and uncomfortable; the more so because we were not
prepared for cold weather, but had on our thin clothes. We were glad
to get a watch below, and put on our thick clothing, boots, and
south-westers. Towards sundown the gale moderated a little and it
began to clear off in the south-west. We shook our reefs out, one by
one, and before midnight had top-gallant sails upon her.
We had now made up our minds for Cape Horn and cold weather, and
entered upon every necessary preparation.
Tuesday, Nov. 4th. At day-break saw land upon our larboard
quarter. There were two islands, of different size but of the same
shape; rather high, beginning low at the water's edge, and running
with a curved ascent to the middle. They were so far off as to be of a
deep blue color, and in a few hours we sank them in the northeast.
These were the Falkland Islands. We had run between them and the
main land of Patagonia. At sunset the second mate, who was at the
mast-head, said that he saw land on the starboard bow. This must
have been the island of Staten Land; and we were now in the region
of Cape Horn, with a fine breeze from the northward, top-mast and
top-gallant studding-sails set, and every prospect of a speedy and
pleasant passage round.
CHAPTER V
CAPE HORN--A VISIT
Wednesday, Nov. 5th.- The weather was fine during the previous
night, and we had a clear view of the Magellan Clouds, and of the
Southern Cross. The Magellan Clouds consist of three small nebulae in
the southern part of the heavens,- two bright, like the milky-way, and
one dark. These are first seen, just above the horizon, soon after
crossing the southern tropic. When off Cape Horn, they are nearly over
head. The cross is composed of four stars in that form, and is said to
be the brightest constellation in the heavens.
During the first part of this day (Wednesday) the wind was light,
but after noon it came on fresh, and we furled the royals. We still
kept the studding-sails out, and the captain said he should go round
with them, if he could. Just before eight o'clock (then about sundown,
in that latitude) the cry of "All hands ahoy!" was sounded down the
fore scuttle and the after hatchway, and hurrying upon deck, we
found a large black cloud rolling on toward us from the south-west,
and blackening the whole heavens. "Here comes Cape Horn!" said the
chief mate; and we had hardly time to haul down and clew up, before it
was upon us. In a few moments, a heavier sea was raised than I had
ever seen before, and as it was directly ahead, the little brig, which
was no better than a bathing machine, plunged into it, and all the
forward part of her was under water; the sea pouring in through the
bow-ports and hawse-hole and over the knightheads, threatening to wash
everything overboard. In the lee scuppers it was up to a man's
waist. We sprang aloft and double reefed the topsails, and furled
all the other sails, and made all snug. But this would not do; the
brig was laboring and straining against the head sea, and the gale was
growing worse and worse. At the same time sleet and hail were
driving with all fury against us. We clewed down, and hauled out the
reef-tackles again, and close-reefed the fore-topsail, and furled
the main, and hove her to on the starboard tack. Here was an end to
our fine prospects. We made up our minds to head winds and cold
weather; sent down the royal yards, and unrove the gear; but all the
rest of the top hamper remained aloft, even to the sky-sail masts
and studding-sail booms.
Throughout the night it stormed violently- rain, hail, snow, and
sleet beating upon the vessel- the wind continuing ahead, and the sea
running high. At day-break (about three, A.M.) the deck was covered
with snow. The captain sent up the steward with a glass of grog to
each of the watch; and all the time that we were off the Cape, grog
was given to the morning watch, and to all hands whenever we reefed
topsails. The clouds cleared away at sunrise, and the wind becoming
more fair, we again made sail and stood nearly up to our course.
Thursday, Nov. 6th. It continued more pleasant through the first
part of the day, but at night we had the same scene over again. This
time, we did not heave to, as on the night before, but endeavored to
beat to windward under close-reefed topsails, balance-reefed
trysail, and fore-topmast staysail. This night it was my turn to
steer, or, as the sailors say, my trick at the helm, for two hours.
Inexperienced as I was, I made out to steer to the satisfaction of the
officer, and neither S--- nor myself gave up our tricks, all the
time that we were off the Cape. This was something to boast of, for it
requires a good deal of skill and watchfulness to steer a vessel close
hauled, in a gale of wind, against a heavy head sea. "Ease her when
she pitches," is the word; and a little carelessness in letting her
ship a heavy sea, might sweep the decks, or knock the masts out of
her.
Friday, Nov. 7th. Towards morning the wind went down, and during the
whole forenoon we lay tossing about in a dead calm, and in the midst
of a thick fog. The calms here are unlike those in most parts of the
world, for there is always a high sea running, and the periods of calm
are so short, that it has no time to go down; and vessels, being under
no command of sails or rudder, lie like logs upon the water. We were
obliged to steady the booms and yards by guys and braces, and to
lash everything well below. We now found our top hamper of some use,
for though it is liable to be carried away or sprung by the sudden
"bringing up" of a vessel when pitching in a chopping sea, yet it is a
great help in steadying a vessel when rolling in a long swell;
giving more slowness, ease, and regularity to the motion.
The calm of the morning reminds me of a scene which I forgot to
describe at the time of its occurrence, but which I remember from
its being the first time that I had heard the near breathing of
whales. It was on the night that we passed between the Falkland
Islands and Staten Land. We had the watch from twelve to four, and
coming upon deck, found the little brig lying perfectly still,
surrounded by a thick fog, and the sea as smooth as though oil had
been poured upon it; yet now and then a long, low swell rolling
under its surface, slightly lifting the vessel, but without breaking
the glassy smoothness of the water. We were surrounded far and near by
shoals of sluggish whales and grampuses, which the fog prevented our
seeing, rising slowly to the surface, or perhaps lying out at
length, heaving out those peculiar lazy, deep, and long-drawn
breathings which give such an impression of supineness and strength.
Some of the watch were asleep, and the others were perfectly still, so
that there was nothing to break the illusion, and I stood leaning over
the bulwarks, listening to the slow breathings of the mighty
creatures- now one breaking the water just alongside, whose black
body I almost fancied that I could see through the fog; and again
another, which I could just hear in the distance- until the low and
regular swell seemed like the heaving of the ocean's mighty bosom to
the sound of its heavy and long-drawn respirations.
Towards the evening of this day, (Friday, 7th,) the fog cleared off,
and we had every appearance of a cold blow; and soon after sundown
it came on. Again it was a clew up and haul down, reef and furl, until
we had got her down to close-reefed topsoils, doublereefed trysail,
and reefed forespenser. Snow, hail, and sleet were driving upon us
most of the night, and the sea breaking over the bows and covering the
forward part of the little vessel; but as she would lay her course the
captain refused to heave her to.
Saturday, Nov. 8th. This day commenced with calm and thick fog,
and ended with hail, snow, a violent wind, and close-reefed topsails.
Sunday, Nov. 9th. To-day the sun rose clear, and continued so
until twelve o'clock, when the captain got an observation. This was
very well for Cape Horn, and we thought it a little remarkable that,
as we had not had one unpleasant Sunday during the whole voyage, the
only tolerable day here should be a Sunday. We got time to clear up
the steerage and forecastle, and set things to rights, and to overhaul
our wet clothes a little. But this did not last very long. Between
five and six- the sun was then nearly three hours high- the cry of
"All starbowlines ahoy!" summoned our watch on deck; and immediately
all hands were called. A true specimen of Cape Horn was coming upon
us. A great cloud of a dark slate color was driving on us from the
south-west; and we did our best to take in sail ( for the light
sails had been set during the first part of the day) before we were in
the midst of it. We had got the light sails furled, the courses hauled
up, and the topsail reef-tackles hauled out, and were just mounting
the fore-rigging, when the storm struck us. In an instant the sea,
which had been comparatively quiet, was running higher and higher; and
it became almost as dark as night. The hail and sleet were harder than
I had yet felt them; seeming almost to pin us down to the rigging.
We were longer taking in sail than ever before; for the sails were
stiff and wet, the ropes and rigging covered with snow and sleet,
and we ourselves cold and nearly blinded with the violence of the
storm. By the time we had got down upon deck again, the little brig
was plunging madly into a tremendous head sea, which at every drive
rushed in through the bow-ports and over the bows, and buried all
the forward part of the vessel. At this instant the chief mate, who
was standing on the top of the windlass, at the foot of the spenser
mast, called out, "Lay out there and furl the jib!" This was no
agreeable or safe duty, yet it must be done. An old Swede, (the best
sailor on board,) who belonged on the forecastle, sprang out upon
the bowsprit. Another one must go: I was near the mate, and sprang
forward, threw the downhaul over the windlass, and jumped between
the knight-heads out upon the bowsprit. The crew stood abaft the
windlass and hauled the jib down while we got out upon the weather
side of the jib-boom, our feet on the foot-ropes, holding on by the
spar, the great jib flying off to leeward and slatting so as almost to
throw us off of the boom. For some time we could do nothing but hold
on, and the vessel diving into two huge seas, one after the other,
plunged us twice into the water up to our chins. We hardly knew
whether we were on or off; when coming up, dripping from the water, we
were raised high into the air. John (that was the sailor's name)
thought the boom would go, every moment, and called out to the mate to
keep the vessel off, and haul down the stay-sail; but the fury of
the wind and the breaking of the seas against the bows defied every
attempt to make ourselves heard, and we were obliged to do the best we
could in our situation. Fortunately, no other seas so heavy struck
her, and we succeeded in furling the jib "after a fashion;" and,
coming in over the staysail nettings, were not a little pleased to
find that all was snug, and the watch gone below; for we were soaked
through, and it was very cold. The weather continued nearly the same
through the night.
Monday, Nov. 10th. During a part of this day we were hove to, but
the rest of the time were driving on, under close-reefed sails, with a
heavy sea, a strong gale, and frequent squalls of hail and snow.
Tuesday, Nov. 11th. The same.
Wednesday. The same.
Thursday. The same.
We had now got hardened to Cape weather, the vessel was under
reduced sail, and everything secured on deck and below, so that we had
little to do but to steer and to stand our watch. Our clothes were all
wet through, and the only change was from wet to more wet. It was in
vain to think of reading or working below, for we were too tired,
the hatchways were closed down, and everything was wet and
uncomfortable, black and dirty, heaving and pitching. We had only to
come below when the watch was out, wring out our wet clothes, hang
them up, and turn in and sleep as soundly as we could, until the watch
was called again. A sailor can sleep anywhere- no sound of wind,
water, wood or iron can keep him awake- and we were always fast asleep
when three blows on the hatchway, and the unwelcome cry of "All
starbowlines ahoy! Eight bells there below' do you hear the news?"
(the usual formula of calling the watch,) roused us up from our berths
upon the cold, wet decks. The only time when we could be said to
take any pleasure was at night and morning, when we were allowed a tin
pot full of hot tea, (or, as the sailors significantly call it
"water bewitched,") sweetened with molasses. This, bad as it was,
was still warm and comforting, and, together with our sea biscuit
and cold salt beef, made quite a meal. Yet even this meal was attended
with some uncertainty. We had to go ourselves to the galley and take
our kid of beef and tin pots of tea, and run the risk of losing them
before we could get below. Many a kid of beef have I seen rolling in
the scuppers, and the bearer lying at his length on the decks. I
remember an English lad who was always the life of the crew, but
whom we afterwards lost overboard, standing for nearly ten minutes
at the galley, with his pot of tea in his hand, waiting for a chance
to get down into the forecastle; and seeing what he thought was a
"smooth spell," started to go forward. He had just got to the end of
the windlass, when a great sea broke over the bows, and for a moment I
saw nothing of him but his head and shoulders; and at the next
instant, being taken off his legs, he was carried aft with the sea,
until her stern lifting up and sending the water forward, he was
left high and dry at the side of the long-boat, still holding on to
his tin pot, which had now nothing in it but salt water. But nothing
could ever daunt him, or overcome, for a moment, his habitual good
humor. Regaining his legs, and shaking his fist at the man at the
wheel, he rolled below, saying, as he passed, "A man's no sailor, if
he can't take a joke." The ducking was not the worst of such an
affair, for, as there was an allowance of tea, you could get no more
from the galley; and though the sailors would never suffer a man to go
without, but would always turn in a little from their own pots to fill
up his, yet this was at best but dividing the loss among all hands.
Something of the same kind befell me a few days after. The cook
had just made for us a mess of hot "scouse"- that is, biscuit pounded
fine, salt beef cut into small pieces, and a few potatoes, boiled up
together and seasoned with pepper. This was a rare treat, and I, being
the last at the galley, had it put in my charge to carry down for
the mess. I got along very well as far as the hatchway, and was just
getting down the steps, when a heavy sea, lifting the stern out of
water, and passing forward, dropping it down again, threw the steps
from their place, and I came down into the steerage a little faster
than I meant to, with the kid on top of me, and the whole precious
mess scattered over the floor. Whatever your feelings may be, you must
make a joke of everything at sea; and if you were to fall from aloft
and be caught in the belly of a sail, and thus saved from instant
death, it would not do to look at all disturbed, or to make a
serious matter of it.
Friday, Nov. 14th. We were now well to the westward of the Cape, and
were changing our course to the northward as much as we dared, since
the strong south-west winds, which prevailed then, carried us in
towards Patagonia. At two, P. M., we saw a sail on our larboard
beam, and at four we made it out to be a large ship steering our
course, under single-reefed topsails. We at that time had shaken the
reefs out of our topsails, as the wind was lighter, and set the main
top-gallant sail. As soon as our captain saw what sail she was
under, he set the fore top-gallant sail and flying jib; and the old
whaler- for such, his boats and short sail showed him to be- felt a
little ashamed, and shook the reefs out of his topsoils, but could
do no more, for he had sent down his top-gallant masts off the Cape.
He ran down for us, and answered our hail as the whale-ship, New
England, of Poughkeepsie, one hundred and twenty days from New York.
Our captain gave our name, and added ninety-two days from Boston. They
then had a little conversation about longitude, in which they found
that they could not agree. The ship fell astern, and continued in
sight during the night. Toward morning, the wind having become
light, we crossed our royal and skysail yards, and at daylight, we
were seen under a cloud of sail, having royals and skysails fore and
aft. The "spouter," as the sailors call a whaleman, had sent out his
main top-gallant mast and set the sail, and made signal for us to
heave to. About half-past seven their whale-boat came alongside, and
Captain Job Terry sprang on board, a man known in every port and by
every vessel in the Pacific ocean. "Don't you know Job Terry? I
thought everybody knew Job Terry," said a green-hand, who came in
the boat, to me, when I asked him about his captain. He was indeed a
singular man. He was six feet high, wore thick cowhide boots, and
brown coat and trowsers, and, except a sun-burnt complexion, had not
the slightest appearance of a sailor; yet he had been forty years in
the whale trade, and, as he said himself, had owned ships, built
ships, and sailed ships. His boat's crew were a pretty raw set, just
set out of the bush, and, as the sailor's phrase is, "hadn't got the
hayseed out of their hair." Captain Terry convinced our captain that
our reckoning was a little out, and, having spent the day on board,
put off in his boat at sunset for his ship, which was now six or eight
miles astern. He began a "yarn" when he came aboard, which lasted,
with but little intermission, for four hours. It was all about
himself, and the Peruvian government, and the Dublin frigate, and Lord
James Townshend, and President Jackson, and the ship Ann M'Kim of
Baltimore. It would probably never have come to an end, had not a good
breeze sprung up, which sent him off to his own vessel. One of the
lads who came in his boat, a thoroughly countrified-looking fellow,
seemed to care very little about the vessel, rigging, or anything
else, but went round looking at the live stock, and leaned over the
pig-sty, and said he wished he was back again tending his father's
pigs.
At eight o'clock we altered our course to the northward, bound for
Juan Fernandez.
This day we saw the last of the albatrosses, which had been our
companions a great part of the time off the Cape. I had been
interested in the bird from descriptions which I had read of it, and
was not at all disappointed. We caught one or two with a baited hook
which we floated astern upon a shingle. Their long, flapping wings,
long legs, and large staring eyes, give them a very peculiar
appearance. They look well on the wing; but one of the finest sights
that I have ever seen, was an albatross asleep upon the water,
during a calm, off Cape Horn, when a heavy sea was running. There
being no breeze, the surface of the water was unbroken, but a long,
heavy swell was rolling, and we saw the fellow, all white, directly
ahead of us, asleep upon the waves, with his head under his wing;
now rising on the top of a huge billow, and then falling slowly
until he was lost in the hollow between. He was undisturbed for some
time, until the noise of our bows, gradually approaching, roused
him, when, lifting his head, he stared upon us for a moment, and
then spread his wide wings and took his flight.
CHAPTER VI
LOSS OF A MAN--SUPERSTITION
Monday, Nov. 19th. This was a black day in our calendar. At seven
o'clock in the morning, it being our watch below, we were aroused from
a sound sleep by the cry of "All hands ahoy! a man overboard!" This
unwonted cry sent a thrill through the heart of every one, and
hurrying on deck, we found the vessel hove flat aback, with all her
studding-sails set; for the boy who was at the helm left it to throw
something overboard, and the carpenter, who was an old sailor, knowing
that the wind was light, put the helm down and hove her aback. The
watch on deck were lowering away the quarter-boat, and I got on deck
just in time to heave myself into her as she was leaving the side; but
it was not until out upon the wide Pacific, in our little boat, that I
knew whom we had lost. It was George Ballmer, a young English
sailor, who was prized by the officers as an active and willing
seaman, and by the crew as a lively, hearty fellow, and a good
shipmate. He was going aloft to fit a strap round the main
top-masthead, for ringtail halyards, and had the strap and block, a
coil of halyards, and a marline-spike about his neck. He fell from the
starboard futtock shrouds, and not knowing how to swim, and being
heavily dressed, with all those things round his neck, he probably
sank immediately. We pulled astern, in the direction in which he fell,
and though we knew that there was no hope of saving him, yet no one
wished to speak of returning, and we rowed about for nearly an hour,
without the hope of doing anything, but unwilling to acknowledge to
ourselves that we must give him up. At length we turned the boat's
head and made towards the vessel.
Death is at all times solemn, but never so much so as at sea. A
man dies on shore; his body remains with his friends, and "the
mourners go about the streets;" but when a man falls overboard at
sea and is lost, there is a suddenness in the event, and a
difficulty in realizing it, which give to it an air of awful
mystery. A man dies on shore- you follow his body to the grave, and a
stone marks the spot. You are often prepared for the event. There is
always something which helps you to realize it when it happens, and to
recall it when it has passed. A man is shot down by your side in
battle, and the mangled body remains an object, and a real evidence;
but at sea, the man is near you- at your side- you hear his voice,
and in an instant he is gone, and nothing but a vacancy shows his
loss. Then, too, at sea- to use a homely but expressive phrase- you
miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark,
upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms and
hear no voices but their own and one is taken suddenly from among
them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb. There
are no new faces or new scenes to fill up the gap. There is always an
empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small
night watch is mustered. There is one less to take the wheel and one
less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form, and the
sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you,
and each of your senses feels the loss.
All these things make such a death peculiarly solemn, and the effect
of it remains upon the crew for some time. There is more kindness
shown by the officers to the crew, and by the crew to one another.
There is more quietness and seriousness. The oath and the loud laugh
are gone. The officers are more watchful, and the crew go more
carefully aloft. The lost man is seldom mentioned, or is dismissed
with a sailor's rude eulogy- "Well, poor George is gone! His cruise
is up soon! He knew his work, and did his duty, and was a good
shipmate." Then usually follows some allusion to another world, for
sailors are almost all believers; but their notions and opinions are
unfixed and at loose ends. They says- "God won't be hard upon the
poor fellow," and seldom get beyond the common phrase which seems to
imply that their sufferings and hard treatment here will excuse them
hereafter,- "To work hard, live hard, die hard, and go to hell after
all, would be hard indeed!" Our cook, a simple-hearted old African,
who had been through a good deal in his day, and was rather
seriously inclined, always going to church twice a day when on
shore, and reading his Bible on a Sunday in the galley, talked to
the crew about spending their Sabbaths badly, and told them that
they might go as suddenly as George had, and be as little prepared.
Yet a sailor's life is at best but a mixture of a little good with
much evil, and a little pleasure with much pain. The beautiful is
linked with the revolting, the sublime with the commonplace, and the
solemn with the ludicrous.
We had hardly returned on board with our sad report, before an
auction was held of the poor man's clothes. The captain had first,
however, called all hands aft and asked them if they were satisfied
that everything had been done to save the man, and if they thought
there was any use in remaining there longer. The crew all said that it
was in vain, for the man did not know how to swim, and was very
heavily dressed. So we then filed away and kept her off to her course.
The laws regulating navigation make the captain answerable for the
effects of a sailor who dies during the voyage, and it is either a law
or a universal custom, established for convenience, that the captain
should immediately hold an auction of his things, in which they are
bid off by the sailors, and the sums which they give are deducted from
their wages at the end of the voyage. In this way the trouble and risk
of keeping his things through the voyage are avoided, and the
clothes are usually sold for more than they would be worth on shore.
Accordingly, we had no sooner got the ship before the wind, than his
chest was brought up upon the forecastle, and the sale began. The
jackets and trowsers in which we had seen him dressed but a few days
before, were exposed and bid off while the life was hardly out of
his body, and his chest was taken aft and used as a store-chest, so
that there was nothing left which could be called his. Sailors have an
unwillingness to wear a dead man's clothes during the same voyage, and
they seldom do so unless they are in absolute want.
As is usual after a death, many stories were told about George. Some
had heard him say that he repented never having learned to swim, and
that he knew that he should meet his death by drowning. Another said
that he never knew any good to come of a voyage made against the will,
and the deceased man shipped and spent his advance, and was afterwards
very unwilling to go, but not being able to refund, was obliged to
sail with us. A boy, too, who had become quite attached to him, said
that George talked to him during most of the watch on the night before
about his mother and family at home, and this was the first time
that he had mentioned the subject during the voyage.
The night after this event, when I went to the galley to get a
light, I found the cook inclined to be talkative, so I sat down on the
spars, and gave him an opportunity to hold a yarn. I was the more
inclined to do so, as I found that he was full of the superstitions
once more common among seamen, and which the recent death had waked up
in his mind. He talked about George's having spoken of his friends,
and said he believed few men died without having a warning of it,
which he supported by a great many stories of dreams, and the
unusual behavior of men before death. From this he went on to other
superstitions, the Flying Dutchman, etc., and talked rather
mysteriously, having something evidently on his mind. At length he put
his head out of the galley and looked carefully about to see if any
one was within hearing, and being satisfied on that point, asked me in
a low tone-
"I say! you know what countryman 'e carpenter be?"
"Yes," said I, "he's a German."
"What kind of a German?" said the cook.
"He belongs to Bremen," said I.
"Are you sure o' dat?" said he.
I satisfied him on that point by saying that he could speak no
language but the German and English.
"I'm plaguy glad o' dat," said the cook. "I was mighty 'fraid he was
a Fin. I tell you what, I been plaguy civil to that man all the
voyage.
I asked him the reason of this, and found that he was fully
possessed with the notion that Fins are wizards, and especially have
power over winds and storms. I tried to reason with him about it,
but he had the best of all arguments, that from experience, at hand,
and was not to be moved. He had been in a vessel to the Sandwich
Islands, in which the sail-maker was a Fin, and could do anything he
was of a mind to. This sail-maker kept a junk bottle in his berth,
which was always just half full of rum, though he got drunk upon it
nearly every day. He had seen him sit for hours together, talking to
this bottle, which he stood up before him on the table. The same man
cut his throat in his berth, and everybody said he was possessed.
He had heard of ships, too, beating up the gulf of Finland against a
head wind and having a ship heave in sight astern, overhaul and pass
them, with as fair a wind as could blow, and all studding-sails out,
and find she was from Finland.
"Oh, no!" said he; "I've seen too much of them men to want to see
'board a ship. If they can't have their own way, they'll play the d--l
with you."
As I still doubted, he said he would leave it to John, who was the
oldest seaman aboard, and would know, if anybody did. John, to be
sure, was the oldest, and at the same time the most ignorant, man in
the ship; but I consented to have him called. The cook stated the
matter to him, and John, as I anticipated, sided with the cook, and
said that he himself had been in a ship where they had a head wind for
a fortnight, and the captain found out at last that one of the men,
whom he had had some hard words with a short time before, was a Fin,
and immediately told him if he didn't stop the head wind he would shut
him down in the fore peak. The Fin would not give in, and the
captain shut him down in the fore peak, and would not give him
anything to eat. The Fin held out for a day and a half, when he
could not stand it any longer, and did something or other which
brought the wind round again, and they let him up.
"There," said the cook, "what you think o' dat?"
I told him I had no doubt it was true, and that it would have been
odd if the wind had not changed in fifteen days, Fin or no Fin.
"Oh," says he, "go 'way! You think, 'cause you been to college,
you know better than anybody. You know better than them as has seen it
with their own eyes. You wait till you've been to sea as long as I
have, and you'll know."
CHAPTER VII
JUAN FERNANDEZ--THE PACIFIC
We continued sailing along with a fair wind and fine weather until-
Tuesday, Nov. 25th, when at daylight we saw the island of Juan
Fernandez, directly ahead, rising like a deep blue cloud out of the
sea. We were then probably nearly seventy miles from it; and so high
and so blue did it appear, that I mistook it for a cloud, resting over
the island, and looked for the island under it, until it gradually
turned to a deader and greener color, and I could mark the
inequalities upon its surface. At length we could distinguish trees
and rocks; and by the afternoon, this beautiful island lay fairly
before us, and we directed our course to the only harbor. Arriving
at the entrance soon after sun-down, we found a Chilian man-of-war
brig, the only vessel, coming out. She hailed us, and an officer on
board, whom we supposed to be an American, advised us to run in before
night, and said that they were bound to Valparaiso. We ran immediately
for the anchorage, but, owing to the winds which drew about the
mountains and came to us in flaws from every point of the compass,
we did not come to an anchor until nearly midnight. We had a boat
ahead all the time that we were working in, and those aboard were
continually bracing the yards about for every puff that struck us,
until about 12 o'clock, when we came-to in 40 fathoms water, and our
anchor struck bottom for the first time since we left Boston- one
hundred and three days. We were then divided into three watches, and
thus stood out the remainder of the night.
I was called on deck to stand my watch at about three in the
morning, and I shall never forget the peculiar sensation which I
experienced on finding myself once more surrounded by land, feeling
the night breeze coming from off shore, and hearing the frogs and
crickets. The mountains seemed almost to hang over us, and
apparently from the very heart of them there came out, at regular
intervals, a loud echoing sound, which affected me as hardly human. We
saw no lights, and could hardly account for the sound, until the mate,
who had been there before, told us that it was the "Alerta" of the
Chilian who were soldiers, who were stationed over some convicts
confined in caves nearly half way up the mountain. At the expiration
of my watch I went below, feeling not a little anxious for the day,
that I might see more nearly, and perhaps tread upon, this romantic, I
may almost say, classic island.
When all hands were called it was nearly sunrise, and between that
time and breakfast, although quite busy on board in getting up
water-casks, etc., I had a good view of the objects about me. The
harbor was nearly landlocked, and at the head of it was a landing
place, protected by a small breakwater of stones, upon which two large
boats were hauled up, with a sentry standing over them. Near this
was a variety of huts or cottages, nearly an hundred in number, the
best of them built of mud and whitewashed, but the greater part only
Robinson Crusoe like- of posts and branches of trees. The governor's
house, as it is called, was the most conspicuous, being large, with
grated windows, plastered walls, and roof of red tiles; yet, like
all the rest, only of one story. Near it was a small chapel,
distinguished by a cross; and a long, low brown-looking building,
surrounded by something like a palisade, from which an old and
dingy-looking Chilian flag was flying. This, of course, was
dignified by the title of Presidio. A sentinel was stationed at the
chapel, another at the governor's house, and a few soldiers armed with
bayonets, looking rather ragged, with shoes out at the toes, were
strolling about among the houses, or waiting at the landing place
for our boat to come ashore.
The mountains were high, but not so overhanging as they appeared
to be by starlight. They seemed to bear off towards the centre of
the island, and were green and well wooded, with some large, and, I am
told, exceedingly fertile valleys, with mule-tracks leading to
different parts of the island.
I cannot here forget how my friend S--- and myself got the laugh
of the crew upon us by our eagerness to get on shore. The captain
having ordered the quarter-boat to be lowered, we both sprang down
into the forecastle, filled our jacket pockets with tobacco to
barter with the people ashore, and when the officer called for "four
hands in the boat," nearly broke our necks in our haste to be first
over the side, and had the pleasure of pulling ahead of the brig
with a tow-line for a half an hour, and coming on board again to be
laughed at by the crew, who had seen our manoeuvre.
After breakfast the second mate was ordered ashore with five hands
to fill the water-casks, and to my joy I was among the number. We
pulled ashore with the empty casks; and here again fortune favored me,
for the water was too thick and muddy to be put into the casks, and
the governor had sent men up to the head of the stream to clear it out
for us, which gave us nearly two hours of leisure. This leisure we
employed in wandering about among the houses, and eating a little
fruit which was offered to us. Ground apples, melons, grapes,
strawberries of an enormous size, and cherries, abound here. The
latter are said to have been planted by Lord Anson. The soldiers
were miserably clad, and asked with some interest whether we had shoes
to sell on board. I doubt very much if they had the means of buying
them. They were very eager to get tobacco, for which they gave shells,
fruit, etc. Knives also were in demand, but we were forbidden by the
governor to let any one have them, as he told us that all the people
there, except the soldiers and a few officers, were convicts sent from
Valparaiso, and that it was necessary to keep all weapons from their
hands. The island, it seems, belongs to Chili, and had been used by
the government as a sort of Botany Bay for nearly two years; and the
governor- an Englishman who had entered the Chilian navy- with a
priest, half a dozen task-masters, and a body of soldiers, were
stationed there to keep them in order. This was no easy task; and only
a few months before our arrival, a few of them had stolen a boat at
night, boarded a brig lying in the harbor, sent the captain and crew
ashore in their boat, and gone off to sea. We were informed of this,
and loaded our arms and kept strict watch on board through the night,
and were careful not to let the convicts get our knives from us when
on shore. The worst part of the convicts, I found, were locked up
under sentry in caves dug into the side of the mountain, nearly half
way up, with mule-tracks leading to them, whence they were taken by
day and set to work under task-masters upon building an aqueduct, a
wharf, and other public works; while the rest lived in the houses
which they put up for themselves, had their families with them, and
seemed to me to be the laziest people on the face of the earth. They
did nothing but take a paseo into the woods, a paseo among the houses,
a the houses, a paseo at the landing-place, looking at us and our
vessel, and too lazy to speak fast; while the others were driving- or
rather, driven- about, at a rapid trot, in single file, with burdens on
their shoulders, and followed up by their task-masters, with long rods
in their hands, and broad-brimmed straw hats upon their heads. Upon
what precise grounds this great distinction was made, I do not know,
and I could not very well know, for the governor was the only man
who spoke English upon the island, and he was out of my walk.
Having filled our casks, we returned on board, and soon after, the
governor, dressed in a uniform like that of an American militia
officer, the Padre, in the dress of the grey friars, with hood and all
complete, and the Capitan, with big whiskers and dirty regimentals,
came on board to dine. While at dinner, a large ship appeared in the
offing, and soon afterwards we saw a light whale-boat pulling into the
harbor. The ship lay off and on, and a boat came alongside of us,
and put on board the captain, a plain young Quaker, dressed all in
brown. The ship was the Cortes, whaleman, of New Bedford, and had
put in to see if there were any vessels from round the Horn, and to
hear the latest news from America. They remained aboard a short time
and had a little talk with the crew, when they left us and pulled
off to their ship, which, having filled away, was soon out of sight.
A small boat which came from the shore to take away the governor and
suite- as they styled themselves- brought, as a present to the crew, a
large pail of milk, a few shells, and a block of sandal wood. The
milk, which was the first we had tasted since leaving Boston, we
soon despatched; a piece of the sandal wood I obtained, and learned
that it grew on the hills in the centre of the island. I have always
regretted that I did not bring away other specimens of the products of
the island, having afterwards lost all that I had with me- the piece
of sandal wood, and a small flower which I plucked and brought on
board in the crown of my tarpaulin, and carefully pressed between the
leaves of a book.
About an hour before sun-down, having stowed our water-casks, we
commenced getting under weigh, and were not a little while about it;
for we were in thirty fathoms water, and in one of the gusts which
came from off shore had let go our other bow anchor; and as the
southerly wind draws round the mountains and comes off in uncertain
flaws, we were continually swinging round, and had thus got a very
foul hawse. We hove in upon our chain, and after stoppering and
unshackling it again and again, and hoisting and hauling down sail, we
at length tipped our anchor and stood out to sea. It was bright
starlight when we were clear of the bay, and the lofty island lay
behind us, in its still beauty, and I gave a parting look, and bid
farewell, to the most romantic spot of earth that my eyes had ever
seen. I did then, and have ever since, felt an attachment for that
island, altogether peculiar. It was partly, no doubt, from its
having been the first land that I had seen since leaving home, and
still more from the associations which every one has connected with it
in their childhood from reading Robinson Crusoe. To this I may add the
height and romantic outlines of its mountains, the beauty and
freshness of its verdure, and the extreme fertility of its soil, and
its solitary position in the midst of the wide expanse of the South
Pacific, as all concurring to give it its peculiar charm.
When thoughts of this place have occurred to me at different
times, I have endeavored to recall more particulars with regard to it.
It is situated in about 33 deg. 30' S., and is distant a little more
than three hundred miles from Valparaiso, on the coast of Chili, which
is in the same latitude. It is about fifteen miles in length and
five in breadth. The harbor in which we anchored (called by Lord
Anson, Cumberland bay) is the only one in the island; two small hights
of land on each side of the main bay (sometimes dignified by the
name of bays) being little more than landing-places for boats. The
best anchorage is at the western side of the bay, where we lay at
about three cables' lengths from the shore, in a little more than
thirty fathoms water. This harbor is open to the N. N. E., and in fact
nearly from N. to E., but the only dangerous winds being the
south-west, on which side are the highest mountains, it is
considered very safe. The most remarkable thing perhaps about it is
the fish with which it abounds. Two of our crew, who remained on
board, caught in a few minutes enough to last us for several days, and
one of the men, who was a Marblehead man, said that he never saw or
heard of such an abundance. There were cod, breams, silverfish, and
other kinds whose names thev did not know, or which I have forgotten.
There is an abundance of the best of water upon the island, small
streams running through every valley, and leaping down from the
sides of the hills. One stream of considerable size flows through
the centre of the lawn upon which the houses are built, and
furnishes an easy and abundant supply to the inhabitants. This, by
means of a short wooden aqueduct, was brought quite down to our boats.
The convicts had also built something in the way of a breakwater,
and were to build a landing-place for boats and goods, after which the
Chilian government intended to lay port charges.
Of the wood I can only say, that it appeared to be abundant; the
island in the month of November, when we were there, being in all
the freshness and beauty of spring, appeared covered with trees. These
were chiefly aromatic, and the largest was the myrtle. The soil is
very loose and rich, and wherever it is broken up, there spring up
presently radishes, turnips, ground apples, and other garden fruits.
Goats, we were told, were not abundant, and we saw none, though it was
said we might if we had gone into the interior. We saw a few
bullocks winding about in the narrow tracks upon the sides of the
mountains, and the settlement was completely overrun with dogs of
every nation, kindred, and degree. Hens and chickens were also
abundant, and seemed to be taken good care of by the women. The men
appeared to be the laziest people upon the face of the earth; and
indeed, as far as my observation goes, there are no people to whom the
newly invented Yankee word of "loafer" is more applicable than to
the Spanish Americans. These men stood about doing nothing, with their
cloaks, little better in texture than an Indian's blanket, but of rich
colors, thrown over their shoulders with an air which it is said
that a Spanish beggar can always give to his rags; and with great
politeness and courtesy in their address, though with holes in their
shoes and without a sou in their pockets. The only interruption to the
monotony of their day seemed to be when a gust of wind drew round
between the mountains and blew off the boughs which they had placed
for roofs to their houses, and gave them a few minutes' occupation
in running about after them. One of these gusts occurred while we were
ashore, and afforded us no little amusement at seeing the men look
round, and if they found that their roofs had stood, conclude that
they might stand too, while those who saw theirs blown off, after
uttering a few Spanish oaths, gathered their cloaks over their
shoulders, and started off after them. However, they were not gone
long, but soon returned to their habitual occupation of doing nothing.
It is perhaps needless to say that we saw nothing of the interior;
but all who have seen it, give very glowing accounts of it. Our
captain went with the governor and a few servants upon mules over
the mountains, and upon their return, I heard the governor request him
to stop at the island on his passage home, and offer him a handsome
sum to bring a few deer with him from California, for he said that
there were none upon the island, and he was very desirous of having it
stocked.
A steady, though light south-westerly wind carried us well off
from the island, and when I came on deck for the middle watch I
could just distinguish it from its hiding a few low stars in the
southern horizon, though my unpractised eye would hardly have known it
for land. At the close of the watch a few trade-wind clouds which
had arisen, though we were hardly yet in their latitude, shut it out
from our view, and the next day,
Thursday, Nov. 27th, upon coming on deck in the morning, we were
again upon the wide Pacific, and saw no more land until we arrived
upon the western coast of the great continent of America.
CHAPTER VIII
"TARRING DOWN"--DAILY LIFE--"GOING AFT"--CALIFORNIA
As we saw neither land nor sail from the time of leaving Juan
Fernandez until our arrival in California, nothing of interest
occurred except our own doings on board. We caught the south-east
trades, and ran before them for nearly three weeks, without so much as
altering a sail or bracing a yard. The captain took advantage of
this fine weather to get the vessel in order for coming upon the
coast. The carpenter was employed in fitting up a part of the steerage
into a trade-room; for our cargo, we now learned, was not to be
landed, but to be sold by retail from on board; and this trade-room
was built for the samples and the lighter goods to be kept in, and
as a place for the general business. In the mean time we were employed
in working upon the rigging. Everything was set up taut, the lower
rigging rattled down, or rather rattled up, (according to the modern
fashion,) an abundance of spun-yarn and seizing-stuff made, and
finally, the whole standing rigging, fore and aft, was tarred down.
This was my first essay at this latter business, and I had enough of
it; for nearly all of it came upon my friend S--- and myself. The
men were needed at the other work, and M---, the other young man who
came out with us, was laid up with the rheumatism in his feet, and the
boy Sam was rather too young and small for the business; and as the
winds were light and regular, he was kept during most of the daytime
at the helm; so that nearly all the tarring came upon us. We put on
short duck frocks, and taking a small bucket of tar and a bunch of
oakum in our hands, went aloft, one at the main royal-masthead and the
other at the fore, and began tarring down. This is an important
operation, and is usually done about once in six months in vessels
upon a long voyage. It was done in our vessel several times
afterwards, but by the whole crew at once, and finished off in a
day; but at this time, as most of it came upon two of us, and we
were new at the business, it took us several days. In this operation
they always begin at the mast-head and work down, tarring the shrouds,
back-stays, standing parts of the lifts, the ties, runners, etc.,
and go out to the yard-arms, and come in, tarring, as they come, the
lifts and footropes. Tarring the stays is more difficult, and is
done by an operation which the sailors call "riding down." A long
piece of rope- topgallant-studding-sail halyards, or something of the
kind- is taken up to the masthead from which the stay leads, and rove
through a block for a girt-line, or, as the sailors usually call it, a
gant-line; with the end of this a bowline is taken round the stay,
into which the man gets with his bucket of tar and a bunch of oakum,
and the other end being fast on deck, with some one to tend it, he
is lowered down gradually, and tars the stay carefully as he goes.
There he "swings aloft 'twixt heaven and earth," and if the rope
slips, breaks, or is let go, or if the bowline slips, he falls
overboard or breaks his neck. This, however, is a thing which never
enters into a sailor's calculation. He only thinks of leaving no
holydays, (places not tarred,) for in case he should, he would have
to go over the whole again; or of dropping no tar upon the deck, for
then there would be a soft word in his ear from the mate. In this
manner I tarred down all the headstays, but found the rigging about
the jib-booms, martingale, and spritsail yard, upon which I was
afterwards put, the hardest. Here you have to hang on with your
eyelids and tar with your hands.
This dirty work could not last forever, and on Saturday night we
finished it, scraped all the spots from the deck and rails, and,
what was of more importance to us, cleaned ourselves thoroughly,
rolled up our tarry frocks and trowsers and laid them away for the
next occasion, and put on our clean duck clothes, and had a good
comfortable sailor's Saturday night. The next day was pleasant, and
indeed we had but one unpleasant Sunday during the whole voyage, and
that was off Cape Horn, where we could expect nothing better. On
Monday we commenced painting, and getting the vessel ready for port.
This work, too, is done by the crew, and every sailor who has been
on long voyages is a little of a painter, in addition to his other
accomplishments. We painted her, both inside and out, from the truck
to the water's edge. The outside is painted by lowering stages over
the side by ropes, and on those we sat, with our brushes and
paint-pots by us, and our feet half the time in the water. This must
be done, of course, on a smooth day when the vessel does not roll
much. I remember very well being over the side painting in this way,
one fine afternoon, our vessel going quietly along at the rate of four
or five knots, and a pilot-fish, the sure precursor of a shark,
swimming alongside of us. The captain was leaning over the rail
watching him, and we went quietly on with our work. In the midst of
our painting, on-
Friday, Dec. 19th, we crossed the equator for the second time. I had
the feeling which all have when, for the first time, they find
themselves living under an entire change of seasons; as, crossing
the line under a burning sun in the midst of December, and, as I
afterwards was, beating about among ice and snow on the Fourth of
July.
Thursday, Dec. 25th. This day was Christmas, but it brought us no
holiday. The only change was that we had a "plum duff" for dinner, and
the crew quarrelled with the steward because he did not give us our
usual allowance of molasses to eat with it. He thought the plums would
be a substitute for the molasses, but we were not to be cheated out of
our rights in this way.
Such are the trifles which produce quarrels on shipboard. In fact,
we had been too long from port. We were getting tired of one
another, and were in an irritable state, both forward and aft. Our
fresh provisions were, of course, gone, and the captain had stopped
our rice, so that we had nothing but salt beef and salt pork
throughout the week, with the exception of a very small duff on
Sunday. This added to the discontent; and a thousand little things,
daily and almost hourly occurring, which no one who has not himself
been on a long and tedious voyage can conceive of or properly
appreciate- little wars and rumors of wars,- reports of things said in
the cabin,- misunderstanding of words and looks- apparent abuses,-
brought us into a state in which everything seemed to go wrong. Every
encroachment upon the time allowed for rest, appeared unnecessary.
Every shifting of the studding-sails was only to "haze"* the crew.
*Haze is a word of frequent use on board ship, and never, I believe,
used elsewhere. It is very expressive to a sailor, and means to punish
by hard work. Let an officer once say, "I'll haze you," and your
fate is fixed. You will be "worked up," if you are not a better man
than he is.
In the midst of this state of things, my messmate S--- and myself
petitioned the captain for leave to shift our berths from the
steerage, where we had previously lived, into the forecastle. This, to
our delight, was granted, and we turned in to bunk and mess with the
crew forward. We now began to feel like sailors, which we never
fully did when we were in the steerage. While there, however useful
and active you may be, you are but a mongrel,- a sort of afterguard
and "ship's cousin." You are immediately under the eye of the
officers, cannot dance, sing, play, smoke, make a noise, or growl,
(i.e. complain,) or take any other sailor's pleasure; and you live
with the steward, who is usually a go-between; and the crew never feel
as though you were one of them. But if you live in the forecastle, you
are "as independent as a wood-sawyer's clerk," (nautice,) and are a
sailor. You hear sailors' talk, learn their ways, their
peculiarities of feeling as well as speaking and acting; and
moreover pick up a great deal of curious and useful information in
seamanship, ship's customs, foreign countries, etc., from their long
yarns and equally long disputes. No man can be a sailor, or know
what sailors are, unless he has lived the forecastle with them-
turned in and out with them, eaten of their dish and drank of
their cup. After I had been a week there, nothing would have tempted
me to go back to my old berth, and never afterwards, even in the worst
of weather, when in a close and leaking forecastle off Cape Horn,
did I for a moment wish myself in the steerage. Another thing which
you learn better in the forecastle than you can anywhere else, is to
make and mend clothes, and this is indispensable to sailors. A large
part of their watches below they spend at this work, and here I
learned that art which stood me in so good stead afterwards.
But to return to the state of the crew. Upon our coming into the
forecastle, there was some difficulty about the uniting of the
allowances of bread, by which we thought we were to lose a few pounds.
This set us into a ferment. The captain would not condescend to
explain, and we went aft in a body, with a Swede, the oldest and
best sailor of the crew, for spokesman. The recollection of the
scene that followed always brings up a smile, especially the
quarter-deck dignity and eloquence of the captain. He was walking
the weather side of the quarter-deck, and seeing us coming aft,
stopped short in his walk, and with a voice and look intended to
annihilate us, called out, "Well, what the d--l do you want now?"
Whereupon we stated our grievances as respectfully as we could, but he
broke in upon us, saying that we were getting fat and lazy, didn't
have enough to do, and that made us find fault. This provoked us,
and we began to give word for word. This would never answer. He
clenched his fist, stamped and swore, and sent us all forward, saying,
with oaths enough interspersed to send the words home,- "Away with you!
go forward every one of you! I'll haze you! I'll work you up! You
don't have enough to do! If you a'n't careful I'll make a hell of
the ship!.... You've mistaken your man! I'm F--- T---, all the way
from 'down east.' I've been through the mill, ground, and bolted,
and come out a regular-built down-east johnny-cake, good when it's
hot, but when it's cold, sour and indigestible;- and you'll find me so!
The latter part of this harangue I remember well, for it made a strong
impression, and the "downeast johnny-cake" became a by-word for the
rest of the voyage. So much for our petition for the redress of
grievances. The matter was however set right, for the mate, after
allowing the captain due time to cool off, explained it to him, and at
night we were all called aft to hear another harangue, in which, of
course, the whole blame of the misunderstanding was thrown upon us. We
ventured to hint that he would not give us time to explain; but it
wouldn't do. We were driven back discomfited. Thus the affair blew
over, but the irritation caused by it remained; and we never had peace
or a good understanding again so long as the captain and crew remained
together.
We continued sailing along in the beautiful temperate climate of the
Pacific. The Pacific well deserves its name, for except in the
southern part, at Cape Horn, and in the western parts, near the
China and Indian oceans, it has few storms, and is never either
extremely hot or cold. Between the tropics there is a slight haziness,
like a thin gauze, drawn over the sun, which, without obstructing or
obscuring the light, tempers the heat which comes down with
perpendicular fierceness in the Atlantic and Indian tropics. We sailed
well to the westward to have the full advantage of the northeast
trades, and when we had reached the latitude of Point Conception,
where it is usual to make the land, we were several hundred miles to
the westward of it. We immediately changed our course due east, and
sailed in that direction for a number of days. At length we began to
heave-to after dark, for fear of making the land at night on a coast
where there are no light-houses and but indifferent charts, and at
daybreak on the morning of
Tuesday, Jan. 13th, 1835, we made the land at Point Conception, lat.
34 deg. 32' N., long. 120 deg. 06' W. The port of Santa Barbara, to
which we were bound, lying about fifty miles to the southward of this
point, we continued sailing down the coast during the day and
following night, and on the next morning,
Jan. 14th, 1835, we came to anchor in the spacious bay of Santa
Barbara, after a voyage of one hundred and fifty days from Boston.
CHAPTER IX
CALIFORNIA--A SOUTH-EASTER
California extends along nearly the whole of the western coast of
Mexico, between the gulf of California in the south and the bay of Sir
Francis Drake on the north, or between the 22d and 38th degrees of
north latitude. It is subdivided into two provinces- Lower or Old
California, lying between the gulf and the 32d degree of latitude,
or near it; (the division line running, I believe, between the bay
of Todos Santos and the port of San Diego;) and New or Upper
California, the southernmost port of which is San Diego, in lat. 32
deg. 39', and the northernmost, San Francisco, situated in the large
bay discovered by Sir Francis Drake, in lat. 37 deg. 58', and called
after him by the English, though the Mexicans call it Yerba Buena.
Upper California has the seat of its government at Monterey, where is
also the custom-house, the only one on the coast, and at which every
vessel intending to trade on the coast must enter its cargo before it
can commence its traffic. We were to trade upon this coast exclusively,
and therefore expected to go to Monterey at first; but the captain's
orders from home were to put in at Santa Barbara, which is the central
port of the coast, and wait there for the agent who lives there, and
transacts all the business for the firm to which our vessel belonged.
The bay, or, as it was commonly called, the canal of Santa
Barbara, is very large, being formed by the main land on one side,
(between Point Conception on the north and Point St. Buena Ventura
on the south,) which here bends in like a crescent, and three large
islands opposite to it and at the distance of twenty miles. This is
just sufficient to give it the name of a bay, while at the same time
it is so large and so much exposed to the south-east and north-west
winds, that it is little better than an open roadstead; and the
whole swell of the Pacific ocean rolls in here before a
south-easter, and breaks with so heavy a surf in the shallow waters,
that it is highly dangerous to lie near in to the shore during the
south-easter season, that is, between the months of November and
April.
This wind (the south-easter) is the bane of the coast of California.
Between the months of November and April, (including a part of
each,) which is the rainy season in this latitude, you are never
safe from it, and accordingly in the ports which are open to it,
vessels are obliged, during these months, to lie at anchor at a
distance of three miles from the shore, with slip-ropes on their
cables, ready to slip and go to sea at a moment's warning. The only
ports which are safe from this wind are San Francisco and Monterey
in the north, and San Diego in the south.
As it was January when we arrived, and the middle of the southeaster
season, we accordingly came to anchor at the distance of three miles
from the shore, in eleven fathoms water, and bent a slip-rope and
buoys to our cables, cast off the yard-arm gaskets from the sails, and
stopped them all with rope-yarns. After we had done this, the boat
went ashore with the captain, and returned with orders to the mate
to send a boat ashore for him at sundown. I did not go in the first
boat, and was glad to find that there was another going before
night; for after so long a voyage as ours had been, a few hours is
long to pass in sight and out of reach of land. We spent the day on
board in the usual avocations; but as this was the first time we had
been without the captain, we felt a little more freedom, and looked
about us to see what sort of a country we had got into, and were to
spend a year or two of our lives in.
In the first place, it was a beautiful day, and so warm that we
had on straw hats, duck trowsers, and all the summer gear; and as this
was mid-winter it spoke well for the climate; and we afterwards
found that the thermometer never fell to the freezing point throughout
the winter, and that there was very little difference between the
seasons, except that during a long period of rainy and
south-easterly weather, thick clothes were not uncomfortable.
The large bay lay about us, nearly smooth, as there was hardly a
breath of wind stirring, though the boat's crew who went ashore told
us that the long ground swell broke into a heavy surf on the beach.
There was only one vessel in the port- a long, sharp brig of about 300
tons, with raking masts and very square yards, and English colors at
her peak. We afterwards learned that she was built at Guayaquil, and
named the Ayacucho, after the place where the battle was fought that
gave Peru her independence, and was now owned by a Scotchman named
Wilson, who commanded her, and was engaged in the trade between
Callao, the Sandwich Islands, and California. She was a fast sailer,
as we frequently afterwards perceived, and had a crew of Sandwich
Islanders on board. Beside this vessel there was no object to break
the surface of the bay. Two points ran out as the horns of the
crescent, one of which- the one to the westward- was low and sandy,
and is that to which vessels are obliged to give a wide berth when
running out for a southeaster; the other is high, bold, and well
wooded, and, we were told, has a mission upon it, called St.
Buenaventura, from which the point is named. In the middle of this
crescent, directly opposite the anchoring ground, lie the mission and
town of Santa Barbara, on a low, flat plain, but little above the
level of the sea, covered with grass, though entirely without trees,
and surrounded on three sides by an amphitheatre of mountains, which
slant off to the distance of fifteen or twenty miles. The mission
stands a little back of the town, and is a large building, or rather
collection of buildings, in the center of which is a high tower, with
a belfry of five bells; and the whole, being plastered, makes quite a
show at a distance, and is the mark by which vessels come to anchor.
The town lies a little nearer to the beach- about half a mile from it-
and is composed of one-story houses built of brown clay- some of them
plastered- with red tiles on the roofs. I should judge that there
were about an hundred of them; and in the midst of them stands the
Presidio, or fort, built of the same materials, and apparently but
little stronger. The town is certainly finely situated, with a bay
in front, and an amphitheatre of hills behind. The only thing which
diminishes its beauty is, that the hills have no large trees upon
them, they having been all burnt by a great fire which swept them off
about a dozen years before, and they had not yet grown up again. The
fire was described to me by an inhabitant, as having been a very
terrible and magnificent sight. The air of the whole valley was so
heated that the people were obliged to leave the town and take up
their quarters for several days upon the beach.
Just before sundown the mate ordered a boat's crew ashore, and I
went as one of the number. We passed under the stern of the English
brig, and had a long pull ashore. I shall never forget the
impression which our first landing on the beach of California made
upon me. The sun had just gone down; it was getting dusky; the damp
night wind was beginning to blow, and the heavy swell of the Pacific
was setting in, and breaking in loud and high "combers" upon the
beach. We lay on our oars in the swell, just outside of the surf,
waiting for a good chance to run in, when a boat, which had put off
from the Ayacucho just after us, came alongside of us, with a crew
of dusky Sandwich Islanders, talking and hallooing in their outlandish
tongue. They knew that we were novices in this kind of boating, and
waited to see us go in. The second mate, however, who steered our
boat, determined to have the advantage of their experience, and
would not go in first. Finding, at length, how matters stood, they
gave a shout, and taking advantage of a great comber which came
swelling in, rearing its head, and lifting up the stern of our boat
nearly perpendicular, and again dropping it in the trough, they gave
three or four long and strong pulls, and went in on top of the great
wave, throwing their oars overboard, and as far from the boat as
they could throw them, and jumping out the instant that the boat
touched the beach, and then seizing hold of her and running her up
high and dry upon the sand. We saw, at once, how it was to be done,
and also the necessity of keeping the boat "stern on" to the sea;
for the instant the sea should strike upon her broad-side or
quarter, she would be driven up broad-side on, and capsized. We pulled
strongly in, and as soon as we felt that the sea had got hold of us
and was carrying us in with the speed of a racehorse, we threw the
oars as far from the boat as we could, and took hold of the gunwale,
ready to spring out and seize her when she struck, the officer using
his utmost strength to keep her stern on. We were shot up upon the
beach like an arrow from a bow, and seizing the boat, ran her up
high and dry, and soon picked up our oars, and stood by her, ready for
the captain to come down.
Finding that the captain did not come immediately, we put our oars
in the boat, and leaving one to watch it, walked about the beach to
see what we could, of the place. The beach is nearly a mile in
length between the two points, and of smooth sand. We had taken the
only good landing-place, which is in the middle; it being more stony
toward the ends. It is about twenty yards in width from high-water
mark to a slight bank at which the soil begins, and so hard that it is
a favorite place for running horses. It was growing dark, so that we
could just distinguish the dim outlines of the two vessels in the
offing; and the great seas were rolling in, in regular lines,
growing larger and larger as they approached the shore, and hanging
over the beach upon which they were to break, when their tops would
curl over and turn white with foam, and, beginning at one extreme of
the line, break rapidly to the other, as a long cardhouse falls when
the children knock down the cards at one end. The Sandwich
Islanders, in the mean time, had turned their boat round, and ran
her down into the water, and were loading her with hides and tallow.
As this was the work in which we were soon to be engaged, we looked on
with some curiosity. They ran the boat into the water so far that
every large sea might float her, and two of them, with their
trowsers rolled up, stood by the bows, one on each side, keeping her
in her right position. This was hard work; for beside the force they
had to use upon the boat, the large seas nearly took them off their
legs. The others were running from the boat to the bank, upon which,
out of the reach of the water, was a pile of dry bullocks' hides,
doubled lengthwise in the middle, and nearly as stiff as boards. These
they took upon their heads, one or two at a time, and carried down
to the boat, where one of their number, stowed them away. They were
obliged to carry them on their heads, to keep them out of the water,
and we observed that they had on thick woolen caps. "Look here,
Bill, and see what you're coming to!" said one of our men to another
who stood by the boat. "Well, D---," said the second mate to me, "this
does not look much like Cambridge college, does it? This is what I
call 'head work.'" To tell the truth it did not look very encouraging.
After they had got through with the hides, they laid hold of the
bags of tallow, (the bags are made of hide, and are about the size
of a common meal bag,) and lifting each upon the shoulders of two men,
one at each end, walked off with them to the boat, and prepared to
go aboard. Here, too, was something for us to learn. The man who
steered, shipped his oar and stood up in the stern, and those that
pulled the after oars sat upon their benches, with their oars shipped,
ready to strike out as soon as she was afloat. The two men at the bows
kept their places; and when, at length, a large sea came in and
floated her, seized hold of the gunwales, and ran out with her till
they were up to their armpits, and then tumbled over the gunwale
into the bows, dripping with water. The men at the oars struck out,
but it wouldn't do; the sea swept back and left them nearly high and
dry. The two fellows jumped out again; and the next time they
succeeded better, and, with the help of a deal of outlandish hallooing
and bawling, got her well off. We watched them till they were out of
the breakers, and saw them steering for their vessel, which was now
hidden in the darkness.
The sand of the beach began to be cold to our bare feet; the frogs
set up their croaking in the marshes, and one solitary owl, from the
end of the distant point, gave out his melancholy note, mellowed by
the distance, and we began to think that it was high time for "the old
man," as the captain is generally called, to come down. In a few
minutes we heard something coming towards us. It was a man on
horseback. He came up on the full gallop, reined up near us, addressed
a few words to us, and receiving no answer, wheeled round and galloped
off again. He was nearly as dark as an Indian, with a large Spanish
hat, blanket cloak or serapa, and leather leggins, with a long knife
stuck in them. "This is the seventh city that ever I was in, and no
Christian one neither," said Bill Brown. "Stand by!" said Tom, "you
haven't seen the worst of it yet." In the midst of this conversation
the captain appeared; and we winded the boat round, shoved her down,
and prepared to go off. The captain, who had been on the coast
before and "knew the ropes," took the steering oar, and we went off in
the same way as the other boat. I, being the youngest, had the
pleasure of standing at the bow, and getting wet through. We went
off well, though the seas were high. Some of them lifted us up, and
sliding from under us, seemed to let us drop through the air like a
flat plank upon the body of the water. In a few minutes we were in the
low, regular swell, and pulled for a light, which, as we came up, we
found had been run up to our trysail gaff.
Coming aboard, we hoisted up all the boats, and diving down into the
forecastle, changed our wet clothes, and got our supper. After
supper the sailors lighted their pipes, (cigars, those of us who had
them,) and we had to tell all we had seen ashore. Then followed
conjectures about the people ashore, the length of the voyage,
carrying hides, etc., etc., until eight bells, when all hands were
called aft, and the "anchor watch" set. We were to stand two in a
watch, and as the nights were pretty long, two hours were to make a
watch. The second mate was to keep the deck until eight o'clock, and
all hands were to be called at daybreak, and the word was passed to
keep a bright look-out, and to call the mate if it should come on to
blow from the south-east. We had also orders to strike the bells every
half hour through the night, as at sea. My watchmate was John, the
Swedish sailor, and we stood from twelve to two, he walking the
larboard side, and I the starboard. At daylight all hands were called,
and we went through the usual process of washing down, swabbing, etc.,
and got breakfast at eight o'clock. In the course of the forenoon, a
boat went aboard of the Ayacucho and brought off a quarter of beef,
which made us a fresh bite for dinner. This we were glad enough to
have, and the mate told us that we should live upon fresh beef while
we were on the coast, as it was cheaper here than the salt. While at
dinner, the cook called, "Sail ho!" and coming on deck, we saw two
sails coming round the point. One was a large ship under top-gallant
sails, and the other a small hermaphrodite brig. They both backed
their top sails and sent boats aboard of us. The ship's colors had
puzzled us, and we found that she was from Genoa, with an assorted
cargo, and was trading on the coast. She filled away again, and
stood out; being bound up the coast to San Francisco. The crew of
the brig's boat were Sandwich Islanders, but one of them, who spoke
a little English, told us that she was the Loriotte, Captain Nye, from
Oahu, and was engaged in this trade. She was a lump of a thing- what
the sailors call a butter-box. This vessel, as well as the Ayacucho,
and others which we afterwards saw engaged in the same trade, have
English or Americans for officers, and two or three before the mast to
do the work upon the rigging, and to rely upon for seamanship, while
the rest of the crew are Sandwich Islanders, who are active, and
very useful in boating.
The three captains went ashore after dinner, and came off again at
night. When in port, everything is attended to by the chief mate;
the captain, unless he is also supercargo, has little to do, and is
usually ashore much of his time. This we thought would be pleasanter
for us, as the mate was a good-natured man and not very strict. So
it was for a time, but we were worse off in the end; for wherever
the captain is a severe, energetic man, and the mate is wanting in
both these qualities, there will always be trouble. And trouble we had
already begun to anticipate. The captain had several times found fault
with the mate, in presence of the crew; and hints had been dropped
that all was not right between them. When this is the case, and the
captain suspects that his chief officer is too easy and familiar
with the crew, then he begins to interfere in all the duties, and to
draw the reins taughter, and the crew has to suffer.
CHAPTER X
A SOUTH-EASTER--PASSAGE UP THE COAST
This night, after sundown, it looked black at the southward and
eastward, and we were told to keep a bright look-out. Expecting to
be called up, we turned in early. Waking up about midnight, I found
a man who had just come down from his watch striking a light. He
said that it was beginning to puff up from the south-east, and that
the sea was rolling in, and he had called the captain; and as he threw
himself down on his chest with all his clothes on, I knew that he
expected to be called. I felt the vessel pitching at her anchor, and
the chain surging and snapping, and lay awake, expecting an instant
summons. In a few minutes it came- three knocks on the scuttle, and
"All hands ahoy! bear-a-hand up and make sail." We sprang up for our
clothes, and were about half way dressed, when the mate called out,
down the scuttle, "Tumble up here, men! tumble up! before she drags
her anchor." We were on deck in an instant. "Lay aloft and loose the
topsails!" shouted the captain, as soon as the first man showed
himself. Springing into the rigging, I saw that the Ayacucho's
topsails were loosed, and heard her crew singing-out at the sheets
as they were hauling them home. This had probably started our captain;
as "old Wilson" (the captain of the Ayacucho) had been many years on
the coast, and knew the signs of the weather. We soon had the topsails
loosed; and one hand remaining, as usual, in each top, to overhaul the
rigging and light the sail out, the rest of us came down to man the
sheets. While sheeting home, we saw the Ayacucho standing athwart
our hawse, sharp upon the wind, cutting through the head seas like a
knife, with her raking masts and sharp bows running up like the head
of a greyhound. It was a beautiful sight. She was like a bird which
had been frightened and had spread her wings in flight. After the
topsails had been sheeted home, the head yards braced aback, the
fore-top-mast staysail hoisted, and the buoys streamed, and all
ready forward, for slipping, we went aft and manned the slip-rope
which came through the stern port with a turn round the
timber-heads. "All ready forward?" asked the captain. "Aye, aye,
sir; all ready," answered the mate. "Let go!" "All gone, sir;" and the
iron cable grated over the windlass and through the hawse-hole, and
the little vessel's head swinging off from the wind under the force of
her backed head sails, brought the strain upon the slip-rope. "Let
go aft!" Instantly all was gone, and we were under weigh. As soon as
she was well off from the wind, we filled away the head yards,
braced all up sharp, set the foresail and trysail, and left our
anchorage well astern, giving the point a good berth. "Nye's off too,"
said the captain to the mate; and looking astern we could just see the
little hermaphrodite brig under sail standing after us.
It now began to blow fresh; the rain fell fast, and it grew very
black; but the captain would not take in sail until we were well clear
of the point. As soon as we left this on our quarter, and were
standing out to sea, the order was given, and we sprang aloft,
double reefed each topsail, furled the foresail, and double reefed the
trysail, and were soon under easy sail. In these cases of slipping for
south-easters, there is nothing to be done, after you have got clear
of the coast, but to lie-to under easy sail, and wait for the gale
to be over, which seldom lasts more than two days, and is often over
in twelve hours; but the wind never comes back to the southward
until there has a good deal of rain fallen. "Go below the watch," said
the mate; but here was a dispute which watch it should be, which the
mate soon however settled by sending his watch below, saying that we
should have our turn the next time we got under weigh. We remained
on deck till the expiration of the watch, the wind blowing very
fresh and the rain coming down in torrents. When the watch came up, we
wore ship, and stood on the other tack, in towards land. When we
came up again, which was at four in the morning, it was very dark, and
there was not much wind, but it was raining as I thought I had never
seen it rain before. We had on oilcloth suits and south-wester caps,
and had nothing to do but to stand bolt upright and let it pour down
upon us. There are no umbrellas, and no sheds to go under at sea.
While we were standing about on deck, we saw the little brig
drifting by us, hove to under her fore topsoil double reefed; and
she glided by like a phantom. Not a word was spoken, and we saw no one
on deck but the man at the wheel. Toward morning the captain put his
head out of the companion-way and told the second mate, who
commanded our watch, to look out for a change of wind, which usually
followed a calm and heavy rain; and it was well that he did; for in
a few minutes it fell dead calm, the vessel lost her steerage-way, and
the rain ceased. We hauled up the trysail and courses, squared the
after yards, and waited for the change, which came in a few minutes,
with a vengeance, from the northwest, the opposite point of the
compass. Owing to our precautions, we were not taken aback, but ran
before the wind with square yards. The captain coming on deck, we
braced up a little and stood back for our anchorage. With the change
of wind came a change of weather, and in two hours the wind
moderated into the light steady breeze, which blows down the coast the
greater part of the year, and, from its regularity, might be called
a trade-wind. The sun came up bright, and we set royals, skysails, and
studding-sails, and were under fair way for Santa Barbara. The
little Loriotte was astern of us, nearly out of sight; but we saw
nothing of the Ayacucho. In a short time she appeared, standing out
from Santa Rosa Island, under the lee of which she had been hove to,
all night. Our captain was anxious to get in before her, for it
would be a great credit to us, on the coast, to beat the Ayacucho,
which had been called the best sailer in the North Pacific, in which
she had been known as a trader for six years or more. We had an
advantage over her in light winds, from our royals and skysails
which we carried both at the fore and main, and also in our
studding-sails; for Captain Wilson carried nothing above
top-gallant-sails, and always unbent his studding-sails when on the
coast. As the wind was light and fair, we held our own, for some time,
when we were both obliged to brace up and come upon a taught
bowline, after rounding the point; and here he had us on fair
ground, and walked away from us, as you would haul in a line. He
afterwards said that we sailed well enough with the wind free, but
that give him a taught bowline, and he would beat us, if we had all
the canvas of the Royal George.
The Ayacucho got to the anchoring ground about half an hour before
us, and was furling her sails when we came up to it. This picking up
your cables is a very nice piece of work. It requires some
seamanship to do it, and come to at your former moorings, without
letting go another anchor. Captain Wilson was remarkable, among the
sailors on the coast, for his skill in doing this; and our captain
never let go a second anchor during all the time that I was with
him. Coming a little to the windward of our buoy, we clewed up the
light sails, backed our main top-sail, and lowered a boat, which
pulled off, and made fast a spare hawser to the buoy on the end of the
slip-rope. We brought the other end to the capstan, and hove in upon
it until we came to the slip-rope, which we took to the windlass,
and walked her up to her chain, the captain helping her by backing and
filling the sails. The chain is then passed through the hawse-hole and
round the windlass, and bitted, the slip-rope taken round outside
and brought into the stern port, and she is safe in her old berth.
After we had got through, the mate told us that this was a small touch
of California, the like of which we must expect to have through the
winter.
After we had furled the sails and got dinner, we saw the Loriotte
nearing, and she had her anchor before night. At sun-down we went
ashore again, and found the Loriotte's boat waiting on the beach.
The Sandwich Islander, who could speak English, told us that he had
been up to the town; that our agent, Mr. R---, and some other
passengers, were going to Monterey with us, and that we were to sail
the same night. In a few minutes Captain T---, with two gentlemen
and a lady, came down, and we got ready to go off. They had a good
deal of baggage, which we put into the bows of the boat, and then
two of us took the senora in our arms, and waded with her through
the water, and put her down safely in the stern. She appeared much
amused with the transaction, and her husband was perfectly
satisfied, thinking any arrangement good which saved his wetting his
feet. I pulled the after oar, so that I heard the conversation, and
learned that one of the men, who, as well as I could see in the
darkness, was a young-looking man, in the European dress, and
covered up in a large cloak, was the agent of the firm to which our
vessel belonged; and the other, who was dressed in the Spanish dress
of the country, was a brother of our captain, who had been many
years a trader on the coast, and had married the lady who was in the
boat. She was a delicate, dark complexioned young woman, and of one of
the best families in California. I also found that we were to sail the
same night. As soon as we got on board, the boats were hoisted up, the
sails loosed, the windlass manned, the slip-ropes and gear cast off;
and after about twenty minutes of heaving at the windlass, making
sail, and bracing yards, we were well under weigh, and going with a
fair wind up the coast to Monterey. The Loriotte got under weigh at
the same time, and was also bound up to Monterey, but as she took a
different course from us, keeping the land aboard, while we kept
well out to sea, we soon lost sight of her. We had a fair wind,
which is something unusual when coming up, as the prevailing wind is
the north, which blows directly down the coast; whence the northern
are called the windward, and the southern the leeward ports.
CHAPTER XI
PASSAGE UP THE COAST--MONTEREY
We got clear of the island before sunrise the next morning, and by
twelve o'clock were out of the canal, and off Point Conception, the
place where we first made the land upon our arrival. This is the
largest point on the coast, and is uninhabited headland, stretching
out into the Pacific, and has the reputation of being very windy.
Any vessel does well which gets by it without a gale, especially in
the winter season. We were going along with studding-sails set on both
sides, when, as we came round the point, we had to haul our wind,
and take in the lee studding-sails. As the brig came more upon the
wind, she felt it more, and we doused the sky-sails, but kept the
weather studding-sails on her, bracing the yards forward so that the
swinging-boom nearly touched the spritsail yard. She now lay over to
it, the wind was freshening, and the captain was evidently "dragging
on to her." His brother and Mr. R---, looking a little squally, said
something to him, but he only answered that he knew the vessel and
what she would carry. He was evidently showing off his vessel, and
letting them know how he could carry sail. He stood up to windward,
holding on by the backstays, and looking up at the sticks, to see
how much they would bear; when a puff came which settled the matter.
Then it was "haul down," and "clew up," royals, flying-jib, and
studding-sails, all at once. There was what the sailors call a
"mess"- everything let go, nothing hauled in, and everything flying.
The poor Spanish woman came to the companion-way, looking as pale as a
ghost, and nearly frightened to death. The mate and some men forward
were trying to haul in the lower studding-sail, which had blown over
the spritsail yard-arm and round the guys; while the
topmast-studding-sail boom, after buckling up and springing out
again like a piece of whalebone, broke off at the boom-iron. I
sprang aloft to take in the main top-gallant studding-sail, but before
I got into the top, the tack parted, and away went the sail,
swinging forward of the top-gallant-sail, and tearing and slatting
itself to pieces. The halyards were at this moment let go by the
run; and such a piece of work I never had before, in taking in a sail.
After great exertions I got it, or the remains of it, into the top,
and was making it fast, when the captain, looking up, called out to
me, "Lay aloft there, D---, and furl that main royal." Leaving the
studding-sail, I went up to the cross trees; and here it looked rather
squally. The foot of the top-gallant-mast was working between the
cross and trussel trees, and the royal-mast lay over at a fearful
angle with the mast below, while everything was working, and cracking,
strained to the utmost.
There's nothing for Jack to do but to obey orders, and I went up
upon the yard and there was a worse "mess," if possible, than I had
left below. The braces had been let go, and the yard was swinging
about like a turnpike--ate, and the whole sail having blown over to
leeward, the lee leach was over the yard-arm, and the skysail was
all adrift and flying over my head. I looked down, but it in vain to
attempt to make myself heard, for every one was busy below, and the
wind roared, and sails were flapping in every direction.
Fortunately, it was noon and broad daylight, and the man at the wheel,
who had his eyes aloft, soon saw my difficulty, and after numberless
signs and gestures, got some one to haul the necessary ropes taught.
During this interval I took a look below. Everything was in
confusion on deck; the little vessel was tearing through the water
if she were mad, the seas flying over her, and the masts leaning
over at an angle of forty-five degrees from the vertical. At the other
royal-mast-head was S---, working away at the sail, which was
blowing from him as fast as he could gather it in. The
top-gallant-sail below me was soon clewed up, which relieved the mast,
and in a short time I got my sail furled, and went below; but I lost
overboard a new tarpaulin hat, which troubled me more than anything
else. We worked for about half an hour with might and main; and in
an hour from the time the squall struck us, from having all our flying
kites abroad, we came down to double-reefed top-sails and the
storm-sails.
The wind had hauled ahead during the squall, and we were standing
directly in for the point. So, as soon as we had got all snug, we wore
round and stood off again, and had the pleasant prospect of beating up
to Monterey, a distance of an hundred miles, against a violent head
wind. Before night it began to rain; and we had five days of rainy,
stormy weather, under close sail all the time, and were blown
several hundred miles off the coast. In the midst of this, we
discovered that our fore topmast was sprung, (which no doubt
happened in the squall,) and were obliged to send down the fore
top-gallant-mast and carry as little sail as possible forward. Our
four passengers were dreadfully sick, so that we saw little or nothing
of them during the five days. On the sixth day it cleared off, and the
sun came out bright, but the wind and sea were still very high. It was
quite like being at sea again: no land for hundreds of miles, and
the captain taking the sun every day at noon. Our passengers now
made their appearance, and I had for the first time the opportunity of
seeing what a miserable and forlorn creature a sea-sick passenger
is. Since I had got over my own sickness, the third day from Boston, I
had seen nothing but hale, hearty men, with their sea legs on, and
able to go anywhere, (for we had no passengers;) and I will own
there was a pleasant feeling of superiority in being able to walk
the deck, and eat, and go about, and comparing one's self with two
poor, miserable, pale creatures, staggering and shuffling about decks,
or holding on and looking up with giddy heads, to see us climbing to
the mast-heads, or sitting quietly at work on the ends of the lofty
yards. A well man at sea has little sympathy with one who is
seasick; he is too apt to be conscious of a comparison favorable to
his own manhood. After a few days we made the land at Point Pinos,
(pines,) which is the headland at the entrance of the bay of Monterey.
As we drew in, and ran down the shore, we could distinguish well the
face of the country, and found it better wooded than that to the
southward of Point Conception. In fact, as I afterwards discovered,
Point Conception may be made the dividing line between two different
faces of the country. As you go to the northward of the point, the
country becomes more wooded, has a richer appearance, and is better
supplied with water. This is the case with Monterey, and still more so
with San Francisco; while to the southward of the point, as at Santa
Barbara, San Pedro, and particularly San Diego, there is very little
wood, and the country has a naked, level appearance, though it is
still very fertile.
The bay of Monterey is very wide at the entrance, being about
twenty-four miles between the two points, Ano Nuevo at the north,
and Pinos at the south, but narrows gradually as you approach the
town, which is situated in a bend, or large cove, at the
southeastern extremity, and about eighteen miles from the points,
which makes the whole depth of the bay. The shores are extremely
well wooded, (the pine abounding upon them,) and as it was now the
rainy season, everything was as green as nature could make it,- the
grass, the leaves, and all; the birds were singing in the woods, and
great numbers of wild-fowl were flying over our heads. Here we could
lie safe from the south-easters. We came to anchor within two cable
lengths of the shore, and the town lay directly before us, making a
very pretty appearance; its houses being plastered, which gives a much
better effect than those of Santa Barbara, which are of a mud-color.
The red tiles, too, on the roofs, contrasted well with the white
plastered sides and with the extreme greenness of the lawn upon
which the houses- about an hundred in number- were dotted about, here
and there, irregularly. There are in this place, and in every other
town which I saw in California, no streets, or fences, (except here
and there a small patch was fenced in for a garden,) so that the
houses are placed at random upon the green, which, as they are of
one story and of the cottage form, gives them a pretty effect when
seen from a little distance.
It was a fine Saturday afternoon when we came to anchor, the sun
about an hour high, and everything looking pleasantly. The Mexican
flag was flying from the little square Presidio, and the drums and
trumpets of the soldiers, who were out on parade, sounded over the
water, and gave great life to the scene. Every one was delighted
with the appearance of things. We felt as though we had got into a
Christian (which in the sailor's vocabulary means civilized)
country. The first impression which California had made upon us was
very disagreeable:- the open roadstead of Santa Barbara; anchoring
three miles from the shore; running out to sea before every
south-easter; landing in a high surf; with a little darklooking
town, a mile from the beach; and not a sound to be heard, or
anything to be seen, but Sandwich Islanders, hides, and tallow-bags.
Add to this the gale off Point Conception, and no one can be at a loss
to account for our agreeable disappointment in Monterey. Beside all
this, we soon learned, which was of no small importance to us, that
there was little or no surf here, and this afternoon the beach was
as smooth as a duck-pond.
We landed the agent and passengers, and found several persons
waiting for them on the beach, among whom were some, who, though
dressed in the costume of the country, spoke English; and who, we
afterwards learned, were English and Americans who had married and
settled in the country.
I also connected with our arrival here another circumstance which
more nearly concerns myself; viz., my first act of what the sailors
will allow to be seamanship- sending down a royal-yard. I had seen it
done once or twice at sea, and an old sailor, whose favor I had
taken some pains to gain, had taught me carefully everything which was
necessary to be done, and in its proper order, and advised me to
take the first opportunity when we were in port, and try it. I told
the second mate, with whom I had been pretty thick when he was
before the mast, that I would do it, and got him to ask the mate to
send me up the first time they were struck. Accordingly I was called
upon, and went up, repeating the operations over in my mind, taking
care to get everything in its order, for the slightest mistake
spoils the whole. Fortunately, I got through without any word from the
officer, and heard the "well done" of the mate, when the yard
reached the deck, with as much satisfaction as I ever felt at
Cambridge on seeing a "bene" at the foot of a Latin exercise.
CHAPTER XII
LIFE AT MONTEREY
The next day being Sunday, which is the liberty-day among
merchantmen, when it is usual to let a part of the crew go ashore, the
sailors had depended upon a day on land, and were already disputing
who should ask to go, when, upon being called in the morning, we
were turned-to upon the rigging, and found that the topmast, which had
been sprung, was to come down, and a new one to go up, and top-gallant
and royal-masts, and the rigging to be set up. This was too bad. If
there is anything that irritates sailors and makes them feel hardly
used, it is being deprived of their Sabbath. Not that they would
always, or indeed generally, spend it religiously, but it is their
only day of rest. Then, too, they are often necessarily deprived of it
by storms, and unavoidable duties of all kinds, that to take it from
them when lying quietly and safely in port, without any urgent reason,
bears the more hardly. The only reason in this case was, that the
captain had determined to have the custom-house officers on board on
Monday, and wished to have his brig in order. Jack is a slave aboard
ship; but still he has many opportunities of thwarting and balking his
master. When there is danger, or necessity, or when he is well used,
no one can work faster than he; but the instant he feels that he is
kept at work for nothing, no sloth could make less headway. He must
not refuse his duty, or be in any way disobedient, but all the work
that an officer gets out of him, he may be welcome to. Every man who
has been three months at sea knows how to "work Tom Cox's
traverse"- "three turns round the long-boat, and a pull at the
scuttled-butt." This morning everything went in this way. "Sogering"
was the order of the day. Send a man below to get a block, and he
would capsize everything before finding it, then not bring it up
till an officer had called him twice, and take as much time to put
things in order again. Marline-spikes were not to be found; knives
wanted a prodigious deal of sharpening, and, generally, three or
four were waiting round the grindstone at a time. When a man got to
the mast-head, he would come slowly down again to get something
which he had forgotten; and after the tackles were got up, six men
would pull less than three who pulled "with a will." When the mate was
out of sight, nothing was done. It was all uphill work; and at eight
o'clock, when we went to breakfast, things were nearly where they were
when we began.
During our short meal, the matter was discussed. One proposed
refusing to work; but that was mutiny, and of course was rejected at
once. I remember, too, that one of the men quoted "Father Taylor," (as
they call the seamen's preacher at Boston,) who told them that if they
were ordered to work on Sunday, they must not refuse their duty, and
the blame would not come upon them. After breakfast, it leaked out,
through the officers, that if we would get through our work soon, we
might have a boat in the afternoon and go fishing. This bait was
well thrown, and took with several who were fond of fishing; and all
began to find that as we had one thing to do, and were not to be
kept at work for the day, the sooner we did it, the better.
Accordingly, things took a new aspect; and before two o'clock this
work, which was in a fair way to last two days, was done; and five
of us went a fishing in the jolly-boat, in the direction of Point
Pinos; but leave to go ashore was refused. Here we saw the Loriotte,
which sailed with us from Santa Barbara, coming slowly in with a light
sea-breeze, which sets in towards afternoon, having been becalmed
off the point all the first part of the day. We took several fish of
various kinds, among which cod and perch abounded, and F--- (the
ci-devant second mate,) who was of our number, brought up with his
hook a large and beautiful pearl-oyster shell. We afterwards learned
that this place was celebrated for shells, and that a small schooner
had made a good voyage, by carrying a cargo of them to the United
States.
We returned by sun-down, and found the Loriotte at anchor, within
a cable's length of the Pilgrim. The next day we were "turned-to"
early, and began taking off the hatches, overhauling the cargo, and
getting everything ready for inspection. At eight, the officers of the
customs, five in number, came on board, and began overhauling the
cargo, manifest, etc.
The Mexican revenue laws are very strict, and require the whole
cargo to be landed, examined, and taken on board again; but our agent,
Mr. R---, had succeeded in compounding with them for the two last
vessels, and saving the trouble of taking the cargo ashore. The
officers were dressed in the costume which we found prevailed
through the country. A broad-brimmed hat, usually of a black or
dark-brown color, with a gilt or figured band round the crown, and
lined inside with silk; a short jacket of silk or figured calico, (the
European skirted body-coat is never worn;) the shirt open in the neck;
rich waistcoat, if any; pantaloons wide, straight, and long, usually
of velvet, velveteen, or broadcloth; or else short breeches and
white stockings. They wear the deer-skin shoe, which is of a
dark-brown color, and, (being made by Indians,) usually a good deal
ornamented. They have no suspenders, but always wear a sash round
the waist, which is generally red, and varying in quality with the
means of the wearer. Add to this the never-failing cloak, and you have
the dress of the Californian. This last garment, the cloak, is
always a mark of the rank and wealth of the owner. The "gente de
razon," or aristocracy, wear cloaks of black or dark blue
broadcloth, with as much velvet and trimmings as may be; and from this
they go down to the blanket of the Indian; the middle classes
wearing something like a large table-cloth, with a hole in the
middle for the head to go through. This is often as coarse as a
blanket, but being beautifully woven with various colors, is quite
showy at a distance. Among the Mexicans there is no working class;
(the Indians being slaves and doing all the hard work;) and every rich
man looks like a grandee, and every poor scamp like a broken-down
gentleman. I have often seen a man with a fine figure, and courteous
manners, dressed in broadcloth and velvet, with a noble horse
completely covered with trappings; without a real in his pocket, and
absolutely suffering for something to eat.
CHAPTER XIII
TRADING--A BRITISH SAILOR
The next day, the cargo having been entered in due form, we began
trading. The trade-room was fitted up in the steerage, and furnished
out with the lighter goods, and with specimens of the rest of the
cargo; and M---, a young man who came out from Boston with us,
before the mast, was taken out of the forecastle, and made
supercargo's clerk. He was well qualified for the business, having
been clerk in a counting-house in Boston. He had been troubled for
some time with the rheumatism, which unfitted him for the wet and
exposed duty of a sailor on the coast. For a week or ten days all
was life on board. The people came off to look and to buy- men,
women, and children; and we were continually going in the boats,
carrying goods and passengers,- for they have no boats of their own.
Everything must dress itself and come aboard and see the new vessel,
if it were only to buy a paper of pins. The agent and his clerk
managed the sales, while we were busy in the hold or in the boats. Our
cargo was an assorted one; that is, it consisted of everything under
the sun. We had spirits of all kinds, (sold by the cask,) teas,
coffee, sugars, spices, raisins, molasses, hardware, crockery-ware,
tinware, cutlery, clothing of all kinds, boots and shoes from Lynn,
calicoes and cottons from Lowell, crepes, silks; also shawls,
scarfs, necklaces, jewelry, and combs for the ladies; furniture; and
in fact, everything that can be imagined, from Chinese fire-works to
English cart-wheels- of which we had a dozen pairs with their iron
rims on.
The Californians are an idle, thriftless people, and can make
nothing for themselves. The country abounds in grapes, yet they buy
bad wines made in Boston and brought round by us, at an immense price,
and retail it among themselves at a real (12 1/2 cents) by the small
wine-glass. Their hides, too, which they value at two dollars in
money, they give for something which costs seventy-five cents in
Boston; and buy shoes (like as not, made of their own hides, and which
have been carried twice around Cape Horn) at three or four dollars,
and "chicken-skin" boots at fifteen dollars apiece. Things sell, on an
average, at an advance of nearly three hundred per cent upon the
Boston prices. This is partly owing to the heavy duties which the
government, in their wisdom, with the intent, no doubt, of keeping the
silver in the country, has laid upon imports. These duties, and the
enormous expenses of so long a voyage, keep all merchants, but those
of heavy capital, from engaging in the trade. Nearly two-thirds of all
the articles imported into the country from round Cape Horn, for the
last six years, have been by the single house of Bryant, Sturgis &
Co., to whom our vessel belonged, and who have a permanent agent on
the coast.
This kind of business was new to us, and we liked it very well for a
few days, though we were hard at work every minute from daylight to
dark; and sometimes even later.
By being thus continually engaged in transporting passengers with
their goods, to and fro, we gained considerable knowledge of the
character, dress, and language of the people. The dress of the men was
as I have before described it. The women wore gowns of various
texture- silks, crape, calicoes, etc.,- made after the European style,
except that the sleeves were short, leaving the arm bare, and that
they were loose about the waist, having no corsets. They wore shoes of
kid, or satin; sashes or belts of bright colors; and almost always a
necklace and ear-rings. Bonnets they had none. I only saw one on the
coast, and that belonged to the wife of an American sea-captain who
had settled in San Diego, and had imported the chaotic mass of straw
and ribbon, as a choice present to his new wife. They wear their
hair (which is almost invariably black, or a very dark brown) long
in their necks, sometimes loose, and sometimes in long braids;
though the married women often do it up on a high comb. Their only
protection against the sun and weather is a large mantle which they
put over their heads, drawing it close round their faces, when they go
out of doors, which is generally only in pleasant weather. When in the
house, or sitting out in front of it, which they often do in fine
weather, they usually wear a small scarf or neckerchief of a rich
pattern. A band, also, about the top of the head, with a cross,
star, or other ornament in front, is common. Their complexions are
various, depending- as well as their dress and manner- upon their
rank; or, in other words, upon the amount of Spanish blood they can
lay claim to. Those who are of pure Spanish blood, having never
intermarried with the aborigines, have clear brunette complexions, and
sometimes, even as fair as those of English women. There are but few
of these families in California; being mostly those in official
stations, or who, on the expiration of their offices, have settled
here upon property which they have acquired; and others who have
been banished for state offences. These form the aristocracy;
intermarrying, and keeping up an exclusive system in every respect.
They can be told by their complexions, dress, manner, and also by
their speech; for, calling themselves Castilians, they are very
ambitious of speaking the pure Castilian language, which is spoken
in a somewhat corrupted dialect by the lower classes. From this
upper class, they go down by regular shades, growing more and more
dark and muddy, until you come to the pure Indian, who runs about with
nothing upon him but a small piece of cloth, kept up by a wide leather
strap drawn round his waist. Generally speaking, each person's caste
is decided by the quality of the blood, which shows itself, too
plainly to be concealed, at first sight. Yet the least drop of Spanish
blood, if it be only of quadroon or octoroon, is sufficient to raise
them from the rank of slaves, and entitle them to a suit of cloathes-
boots, hat, cloak, spurs, long knife, and all complete, though
coarse and dirty as may be,- and to call themselves Espanolos, and to
hold property, if they can get any.
The fondness for dress among the women is excessive, and is often
the ruin of many of them. A present of a fine mantle, or of a necklace
or pair of ear-rings, gains the favor of the greater part of them.
Nothing is more common than to see a woman living in a house of only
two rooms, and the ground for a floor, dressed in spangled satin
shoes, silk gown, high comb, and gilt, if not gold, ear-rings and
necklace. If their husbands do not dress them well enough, they will
soon receive presents from others. They used to spend whole days on
board our vessels, examining the fine clothes and ornaments, and
frequently made purchases at a rate which would have made a seamstress
or waiting-maid in Boston open her eyes.
Next to the love of dress, I was most struck with the fineness of
the voices and beauty of the intonations of both sexes. Every common
ruffian-looking fellow, with a slouched hat, blanket cloak, dirty
under-dress, and soiled leather leggins, appeared to me to be speaking
elegant Spanish. It was a pleasure, simply to listen to the sound of
the language, before I could attach any meaning to it. They have a
good deal of the Creole drawl, but it is varied with an occasional
extreme rapidity of utterance, in which they seem to skip from
consonant to consonant, until, lighting upon a broad, open vowel, they
rest upon that to restore the balance of sound. The women carry this
peculiarity of speaking to a much greater extreme than the men, who
have more evenness and stateliness of utterance. A common
bullock-driver, on horseback, delivering a message, seemed to speak
like an ambassador at an audience. In fact, they sometimes appeared to
me to be a people on whom a curse had fallen, and stripped them of
everything but their pride, their manners, and their voices.
Another thing that surprised me was the quantity of silver that
was in circulation. I certainly never saw so much silver at one time
in my life, as during the week that we were at Monterey. The truth is,
they have no credit system, no banks, and no way of investing way of
investing money but in cattle. They have no circulating medium but
silver and hides- which the sailors call "California bank notes."
Everything that they buy they must pay for in one or the other of
these things. The hides they bring down dried and doubled, in clumsy
ox-carts, or upon mules' backs, and the money they carry tied up in
a handkerchief;- fifty, eighty, or an hundred dollars and half dollars.
I had never studied Spanish while at college, and could not speak
a word, when at Juan Fernandez; but during the latter part of the
passage out, I borrowed a grammar and dictionary from the cabin, and
by a continual use of these, and a careful attention to every word
that I heard spoken, I soon got a vocabulary together, and began
talking for myself. As I soon knew more Spanish than any of the
crew, (who indeed knew none at all,) and had been at college and
knew Latin, I got the name of a great linguist, and was always sent
for by the captain and officers to get provisions, or to carry letters
and messages to different parts of the town. I was often sent to get
something which I could not tell the name of to save my life; but I
liked the business, and accordingly never pleaded ignorance. Sometimes
I managed to jump below and take a look at my dictionary before
going ashore; or else I overhauled some English resident on my way,
and got the word from him; and then, by signs, and the help of my
Latin and French, contrived to get along. This was a good exercise for
me, and no doubt taught me more than I should have learned by months
of study and reading; it also gave me opportunities of seeing the
customs, characters, and domestic arrangements of the people; beside
being a great relief from the monotony of a day spent on board ship.
Monterey, as far as my observation goes, is decidedly the
pleasantest and most civilized-looking place in California. In the
centre of it is an open square, surrounded by four lines of
one-story plastered buildings, with half a dozen cannon in the centre;
some mounted, and others not. This is the "Presidio," or fort. Every
town has a presidio in its centre; or rather, every presidio has a
town built around it; for the forts were first built by the Mexican
government, and then the people built near them for protection. The
presidio here was entirely open and unfortified. There were several
officers with long titles, and about eighty soldiers, but they were
poorly paid, fed, clothed, and disciplined. The governor-general,
or, as he is commonly called, the "general," lives here; which makes
it the seat of government. He is appointed by the central government
at Mexico, and is the chief civil and military officer. In addition to
him, each town has a commandant, who is the chief military officer,
and has charge of the fort, and of all transactions with foreigners
and foreign vessels; and two or three alcaldes and corregidores,
elected by the inhabitants, who are the civil officers. Courts and
jurisprudence they have no knowledge of. Small municipal matters are
regulated by the alcaldes and corregidores; and everything relating to
the general government, to the military, and to foreigners, by the
commandants, acting under the governor-general. Capital cases are
decided by him, upon personal inspection, if he is near; or upon
minutes sent by the proper officers, if the offender is at a distant
place. No Protestant has any civil rights, nor can he hold any
property, or, indeed, remain more than a few weeks on shore, unless he
belong to some vessel. Consequently, the Americans and English who
intend to remain here become Catholics, to a man; the current phrase
among them beings- "A man must leave his conscience at Cape Horn."
But to return to Monterey. The houses here, as everywhere else in
California, are of one story, built of clay made into large bricks,
about a foot and a half square and three or four inches thick, and
hardened in the sun. These are cemented together by mortar of the same
material, and the whole are of a common dirt-color. The floors are
generally of earth, the windows grated and without glass; and the
doors, which are seldom shut, open directly into the common room;
there being no entries. Some of the more wealthy inhabitants have
glass to their windows and board floors; and in Monterey nearly all
the houses are plastered on the outside. The better houses, too,
have red tiles upon the roofs. The common ones have two or three rooms
which open into each other, and are furnished with a bed or two, a few
chairs and tables, a looking-glass, a crucifix of some material or
other, and small daubs of paintings enclosed in glass, and
representing some miracle or martyrdom. They have no chimneys or
fire-places in the houses, the climate being such as to make a fire
unnecessary; and all their cooking is done in a small cook-house,
separated from the house. The Indians, as I have said before, do all
the hard work, two or three being attached to each house; and the
poorest persons are able to keep one, at least, for they have only
to feed them and give them a small piece of coarse cloth and a belt,
for the males; and a coarse gown, without shoes or stockings, for
the females.
In Monterey there are a number of English and Americans (English
or "Ingles" all are called who speak the English language) who have
married Californians, become united to the Catholic church, and
acquired considerable property. Having more industry, frugality, and
enterprise than the natives, they soon get nearly all the trade into
their hands. They usually keep shops, in which they retail the goods
purchased in larger quantities from our vessels, and also send a
good deal into the interior, taking hides in pay, which they again
barter with our vessels. In every town on the coast there are
foreigners engaged in this kind of trade, while I recollect but two
shops kept by natives. The people are generally suspicious of
foreigners, and they would not be allowed to remain, were it not
that they become good Catholics, and by marrying natives, and bringing
up their children as Catholics and Mexicans, and not teaching them the
English language, they quiet suspicion, and even become popular and
leading men. The chief alcaldes in Monterey and Santa Barbara were
both Yankees by birth.
The men in Monterey appeared to me to be always on horseback. Horses
are as abundant here as dogs and chickens were in Juan Fernandez.
There are no stables to keep them in, but they are allowed to run wild
and graze wherever they please, being branded, and having long leather
ropes, called "lassos," attached to their necks and dragging along
behind them, by which they can be easily taken. The men usually
catch one in the morning, throw a saddle and bridle upon him, and
use him for the day, and let him go at night, catching another the
next day. When they go on long journeys, they ride one horse down, and
catch another, throw the saddle and bridle upon him, and after
riding him down, take a third, and so on to the end of the journey.
There are probably no better riders in the world. They get upon a
horse when only four or five years old, their little legs not long
enough to come half way over his sides; and may almost be said to keep
on him until they have grown to him. The stirrups are covered or boxed
up in front, to prevent their catching when riding through the
woods; and the saddles are large and heavy, strapped very tight upon
the horse, and have large pommels, or loggerheads, in front, round
which the "lasso" is coiled when not in use. They can hardly go from
one house to another without getting on a horse, there being generally
several standing tied to the door-posts of the little cottages. When
they wish to show their activity, they make no use of their stirrups
in mounting, but striking the horse, spring into the saddle as he
starts, and sticking their long spurs into him, go off on the full
run. Their spurs are cruel things, having four or five rowels, each an
inch in length, dull and rusty. The flanks of the horses are often
sore from them, and I have seen men come in from chasing bullocks with
their horses' hind legs and quarters covered with blood. They
frequently give exhibitions of their horsemanship, in races,
bull-baitings, etc.; but as we were not ashore during any holyday,
we saw nothing of it. Monterey is also a great place for
cock-fighting, gambling of all sorts, fandangos, and every kind of
amusement and knavery. Trappers and hunters, who occasionally arrive
here from over the Rocky mountains, with their valuable skins and
furs, are often entertained with every sort of amusement and
dissipation, until they have wasted their time and their money, and go
back, stripped of everything.
Nothing but the character of the people prevents Monterey from
becoming a great town. The soil is as rich as man could wish;
climate as good as any in the world; water abundant, and situation
extremely beautiful. The harbor, too, is a good one, being subject
only to one bad wind, the north; and though the holding-ground is
not the best, yet I heard of but one vessel's being driven ashore
here. That was a Mexican brig, which went ashore a few months before
our arrival, and was a total wreck, all the crew but one being
drowned. Yet this was from the carelessness or ignorance of the
captain, who paid out all his small cable before he let go his other
anchor. The ship Lagoda, of Boston, was there at the time, and rode
out the gale in safety, without dragging at all, or finding it
necessary to strike her top-gallant masts.
The only vessel in port with us was the little Loriotte. I
frequently went on board her, and became very well acquainted with her
Sandwich Island crew. One of them could speak a little English, and
from him I learned a good deal about them. They were well formed and
active, with black eyes, intelligent countenances, dark-olive, or, I
should rather say, copper complexions and coarse black hair, but not
woolly like the negroes. They appeared to be talking continually. In
the forecastle there was a complete Babel. Their language is extremely
guttural, and not pleasant at first, but improves as you hear it more,
and is said to have great capacity. They use a good deal of
gesticulation, and are exceedingly animated, saying with their might
what their tongues find to say. They are complete water-dogs,
therefore very good in boating. It is for this reason that there are
so many of them on the coast of California; they being very good hands
in the surf. They are also quick and active in the rigging, and good
hands in warm weather; but those who have been with them round Cape
Horn, and in high latitudes, say that they are useless in cold
weather. In their dress they are precisely like our sailors. In
addition to these Islanders, the vessel had two English sailors, who
acted as boatswains over the Islanders, and took care of the
rigging. One of them I shall always remember as the best specimen of
the thoroughbred English sailor that I ever saw. He had been to sea
from a boy, having served a regular apprenticeship of seven years,
as all English sailors are obliged to do, and was then about four or
five and twenty. He was tall; but you only perceived it when he was
standing by the side of others, for the great breadth of his shoulders
and chest made him appear but little above the middle height. His
chest was as deep as it was wide; his arm like that of Hercules; and
his hand "the fist of a tar- every hair a rope-yarn." With all this he
had one of the pleasantest smiles I ever saw. His cheeks were of a
handsome brown; his teeth brilliantly white; and his hair, of a
raven black, waved in loose curls all over his head, and fine, open
forehead; and his eyes he might have sold to a duchess at the price of
diamonds, for their brilliancy. As for their color, they were like the
Irishman's pig, which would not stay to be counted, every change of
position and light seemed to give them a new hue; but their prevailing
color was black, or nearly so. Take him with his well-varnished
black tarpaulin stuck upon the back of his head; his long locks coming
down almost into his eyes; his white duck trowsers and shirt; blue
jacket; and black kerchief, tied loosely round his neck; and he was
a fine specimen of manly beauty. On his broad chest he had stamped
with India ink "Parting moments;"- a ship ready to sail; a boat on
the beach; and a girl and her sailor lover taking their farewell.
Underneath were printed the initials of his own name, and two other
letters, standing for some name which he knew better than I did.
This was very well done, having been executed by a man who made it his
business to print with India ink, for sailors, at Havre. On one of his
broad arms, he had the crucifixion, and on the other the sign of the
"foul anchor."
He was very fond of reading, and we lent him most of the books which
we had in the forecastle, which he read and returned to us the next
time we fell in with him. He had a good deal of information, and his
captain said he was a perfect seaman, and worth his weight in gold
on board a vessel, in fair weather and in foul. His strength must have
been great, and he had the sight of a vulture. It is strange that
one should be so minute in the description of an unknown, outcast
sailor, whom one may never see again, and whom no one may care to hear
about; but so it is. Some people we see under no remarkable
circumstances, but whom, for some reason or other, we never forget. He
called himself Bill Jackson; and I know no one of all my accidental
acquaintances to whom I would more gladly give a shake of the hand
than to him. Whoever falls in with him will find a handsome, hearty
fellow, and a good shipmate.
Sunday came again while we were at Monterey, but as before, it
brought us no holyday. The people on shore dressed themselves and came
off in greater numbers than ever, and we were employed all day in
boating and breaking out cargo, so that we had hardly time to eat. Our
cidevant second mate, who was determined to get liberty if it was to
be had, dressed himself in a long coat and black hat, and polished his
shoes, and went aft and asked to go ashore. He could not have done a
more imprudent thing; for he knew that no liberty would be given;
and besides, sailors, however sure they may be of having liberty
granted them always go aft in their working clothes, to appear as
though they had no reason to expect anything, and then wash, dress,
and shave, after they get their liberty. But this poor fellow was
always getting into hot water, and if there was a wrong way of doing a
thing, was sure to hit upon it. We looked to see him go aft, knowing
pretty well what his reception would be. The captain was walking the
quarter-deck, smoking his morning cigar, and F--- went as far as the
break of the deck, and there waited for him to notice him. The captain
took two or three turns, and then walking directly up to him, surveyed
him from head to foot, and lifting up his forefinger, said a word or
two, in a tone too low for us to hear, but which had a magical
effect upon poor F---. He walked forward, sprang into the
forecastle, and in a moment more made his appearance in his common
clothes, and went quietly to work again, What the captain said to him,
we never could get him to tell, but it certainly changed him outwardly
and inwardly in a most surprising manner.
CHAPTER XIV
SANTA BARBARA--HIDE-DROGHING--HARBOR DUTIES--DISCONTENT--SAN PEDRO
After a few days, finding the trade beginning to slacken, we hove
our anchor up, set our topsails, ran the stars and stripes up to the
peak, fired a gun, which was returned from the Presidio, and left
the little town astern, running out of the bay, and bearing down the
coast again, for Santa Barbara. As we were now going to leeward, we
had a fair wind and a plenty of it. After doubling Point Pinos, we
bore up, set studding-sails alow and aloft, and were walking off at
the rate of eight or nine knots, promising to traverse in
twenty-four hours the distance which we were nearly three weeks in
traversing on the passage up. We passed Point Conception at a flying
rate, the wind blowing so that it would have seemed half a gale to us,
if we had been going the other way and close hauled. As we drew near
the islands off Santa Barbara, it died away a little but we came-to at
our old anchoring-ground in less than thirty hours from the time of
leaving Monterey.
Here everything was pretty much as we it- left the large bay
without a vessel in it; the surf roaring and rolling in upon the
beach; the white mission; the dark town and the high, treeless
mountains. Here too, we had our south-easter tacks aboard again,-
slip-ropes, buoy-ropes, sails furled with reefs in them, and ropeyarns
for gaskets. We lay here about a fortnight, employed in landing goods
and taking off hides, occasionally, when the surf was not high; but
there did not appear to be one-half the business doing here that there
was in Monterey. In fact, so far as we were concerned, the town
might almost as well have been in the middle of the Cordilleras. We
lay at a distance of three miles from the beach, and the town was
nearly a mile farther; so that we saw little or nothing of it.
Occasionally we landed a few goods, which were taken away by Indians
in large, clumsy ox-carts, with the yoke on the ox's neck instead of
under it, and with small solid wheels. A few hides were brought. down,
which we carried off in the California style. This we had now got
pretty well accustomed to; and hardened to also; for it does
require a little hardening even to the toughest.
The hides are always brought down dry, or they would not be
received. When they are taken from the animal, they have holes cut
in the ends, and are staked out, and thus dried in the sun without
shrinking. They are then doubled once, lengthwise, with the hair
side usually in, and sent down, upon mules or in carts, and piled
above highwater mark; and then we take them upon our heads, one at a
time, or two, if they are small, and wade out with them and throw them
into the boat, which as there are no wharves, we are usually kept
anchored by a small kedge, or keelek, just outside, of the surf. We
all provided ourselves with thick Scotch caps, which would be soft
to the head, and at the same time protect it; for we soon found that
however it might look or feel at first the "head-work" was the only
system for California. For besides that the seas, breaking high, often
obliged us to carry the hides so, in order to keep them dry, we
found that, as they were very large and heavy, and nearly as stiff
as boards, it was the only way that we could carry them with any
convenience to ourselves. Some of the crew tried other expedients,
saying that they looked too much like West India negroes; but they all
came to it at last. The great art is in getting them on the head. We
had to take them from the ground, and as they were often very
heavy, and as wide as the arms could stretch and easily taken by the
wind, we used to have some trouble with them. I have often been
laughed at myself, and joined in laughing at others, pitching
themselves down in the sand, trying to swing a large hide upon their
heads, or nearly blown over with one in a little gust of wind. The
captain made it harder for us, by telling us that it was "California
fashion" to carry two on the head at a time; and as he insisted upon
it, and we did not wish to be outdone by other vessels, we carried two
for the first few months; but after falling in with a few other
"hide-droghers," and finding that they carried only one at a time we
"knocked off" the extra one, and thus made our duty somewhat easier.
After we had got our heads used to the weight, and had learned the
true California style of tossing a hide, we could carry off two or
three hundred in a short time, without much trouble; but it was always
wet work, and, if the beach was stony, bad for our feet; for we, of
course, always went barefooted on this duty, as no shoes could stand
such constant wetting with salt water. Then, too, we had a long pull
of three miles, with a loaded boat, which often took a couple of
hours.
We had now got well settled down into our harbor duties, which, as
they are a good deal different from those at sea, it may be well
enough to describe. In the first place, all hands are called at
daylight, or rather- especially if the days are short- before
daylight, as soon as the first grey of the morning. The cook makes his
fire in the galley; the steward goes about his work in the cabin;
and the crew rig the head pump, and wash down the decks. The chief
mate is always on deck, but takes no active part, all the duty
coming upon the second mate, who has to roll up his trowsers and
paddle about decks barefooted, like the rest of the crew. The washing,
swabbing, squilgeeing, etc., lasts, or is made to last, until eight
o'clock, when breakfast is ordered, fore and aft. After breakfast, for
which half an hour is allowed, the boats are lowered down, and made
fast astern, or out to the swinging booms, by ges-warps, and the
crew are turned-to upon their day's work. This is various, and its
character depends upon circumstances. There is always more or less
of boating, in small boats; and if heavy goods are to be taken ashore,
or hides are brought down to the beach for us, then all hands are sent
ashore with an officer in the long boat. Then there is always a good
deal to be done in the hold: goods to be broken out; and cargo to be
shifted, to make room for hides, or to keep the trim of the vessel. In
addition to this, the usual work upon the rigging must be done.
There is a good deal of the latter kind of work which can only be done
when the vessel is in port;- and then everything must be kept taught
and in good order; spun-yarn made; chafing gear repaired; and all
the other ordinary work. The great difference between sea and harbor
duty is in the division of time. Instead of having a watch on deck and
a watch below, as at sea, all hands are at work together, except at
meal times, from daylight till dark; and at night an "anchor-watch" is
kept, which consists of only two at a time; the whole crew taking
turns. An hour is allowed for dinner, and at dark, the decks are
cleared up; the boats hoisted; supper ordered; and at eight, the
lights put out, except in the binnacle, where the glass stands; and
the anchor-watch is set. Thus, when at anchor, the crew have more time
at night, (standing watch only about two hours,) but have no time to
themselves in the day; so that reading, mending clothes, etc., has
to be put off until Sunday, which is usually given. Some religious
captains give their crews Saturday afternoons to do their washing
and mending in, so that they may have their Sundays free. This is a
good arrangement, and does much toward creating the preference sailors
usually show for religious vessels. We were well satisfied if we got
Sunday to ourselves, for, if any hides came down on that day, as was
often the case when they were brought from a distance, we were obliged
to bring them off, which usually took half a day; and as we now
lived on fresh beef, and ate one bullock a week, the animal was almost
always brought down on Sunday, and we had to go ashore, kill it, dress
it, and bring it aboard, which was another interruption. Then, too,
our common day's work was protracted and made more fatiguing by
hides coming down late in the afternoon, which sometimes kept us at
work in the surf by star-light, with the prospect of pulling on board,
and stowing them all away, before supper.
But all these little vexations and labors would have been nothing,-
they would have been passed by as the common evils of a sea-life,
which every sailor, who is a man, will go through will go through
without complaint,- were it not for the uncertainty, or worse than
uncertainty, which hung over the nature and length of our voyage. Here
we were, in a little vessel, with a small crew, on a half-civilized
coast, at the ends of the earth, and with a prospect of remaining an
indefinite period, two or three years at the least. When we left
Boston we supposed that it was to be a voyage of eighteen months, or
two years, at most; but upon arriving on the coast, we learned
something more of the trade, and found that in the scarcity of
hides, which was yearly greater and greater, it would take us a
year, at least, to collect our own cargo, beside the passage out and
home; and that we were also to collect a cargo for a large ship
belonging to the same firm, which was soon to come on the coast, and
to which we were to act as tender. We had heard rumors of such a
ship to follow us, which had leaked out from the captain and mate, but
we passed them by as mere "yarns," till our arrival, when they were
confirmed by the letters which we brought from the owners to their
agent. The ship California, belonging to the same firm, had been
nearly two years on the coast; had collected a full cargo, and was now
at San Diego, from which port she was expected to sail in a few
weeks for Boston; and we were to collect all the hides we could, and
deposit them at San Diego, when the new ship, which would carry
forty thousand, was to be filled and sent home; and then we were to
begin anew, and collect our own cargo. Here was a gloomy prospect
before us, indeed. The California had been twenty months on the coast,
and the Lagoda, a smaller ship, carrying only thirty-one or thirty-two
thousand, had been two years getting her cargo; and we were to collect
a cargo of forty thousand beside our own, which would be twelve or
fifteen thousand; and hides were said to be growing scarcer. Then,
too, this ship, which had been to us a worse phantom than any flying
Dutchman, was no phantom, or ideal thing, but had been reduced to a
certainty; so much so that a name was given her, and it was said
that she was to be the Alert, a well-known India-man, which was
expected in Boston in a few months, when we sailed. There could be
no doubt, and all looked black enough. Hints were thrown out about
three years and four years;-the older sailors said they never should
see Boston again, but should lay their bones in California; and a
cloud seemed to hang over the whole voyage. Besides, we were not
provided for so long a voyage, and clothes, and all sailors'
necessaries, were excessively dear- three or four hundred per cent
advance upon the Boston prices. This was bad enough for them; but
still worse was it for me, who did not mean to be a sailor for life;
having intended only to be gone eighteen months or two years. Three or
four years would make me a sailor in every respect, mind and habits,
as well as body- nolens volens; and would put all my companions so
far ahead of me that college and a profession would be in vain to
think of; and I made up my mind that, feel as I might, a sailor I
must be, and to be master of a vessel, must be the height of my
ambition.
Beside the length of the voyage, and the hard and exposed life, we
were at the ends of the earth; on a coast almost solitary; in a
country where there is neither law nor gospel, and where sailors are
at their captain's mercy, there being no American consul, or any one
to whom a complaint could be made. We lost all interest in the voyage;
cared nothing about the cargo, which we were only collecting for
others; began to patch our clothes; and felt as though we were fixed
beyond all hope of change.
In addition to, and perhaps partly as a consequence of, this state
of things, there was trouble brewing on board the vessel. Our mate (as
the first mate is always called, par excellence) was a worthy man;- a
more honest, upright, and kind-hearted man I never saw; but he was too
good for the mate of a merchantman. He was not the man to call a
sailor a "son of a b--h," and knock him down with a handspike. He
wanted the energy and spirit for such a voyage as ours, and for such a
captain. Captain T--- was a vigorous, energetic fellow. As sailors
say, "he hadn't a lazy bone in him." He was made of steel and
whalebone. He was a man to "toe the mark," and to make every one
else step up to it. During all the time that I was with him, I never
saw him sit down on deck. He was always active and driving; severe
in his discipline, and expected the same of his officers. The mate not
being enough of a driver for him, and being perhaps too easy with
the crew, he was dissatisfied with him, became suspicious that
discipline was getting relaxed, and began to interfere in
everything. He drew the reins taughter; and as, in all quarrels
between officers, the sailors side with the one who treats them
best, he became suspicious of the crew. He saw that everything went
wrong- that nothing was done "with a will;" and in his attempt to
remedy the difficulty by severity, he made everything worse. We were
in every respect unfortunately situated. Captain, officers, and
crew, entirely unfitted for one another; and every circumstance and
event was like a two-edged sword, and cut both ways. The length of the
voyage, which made us dissatisfied, made the captain, at the same
time, feel the necessity of order and strict discipline; and the
nature of the country, which caused us to feel that we had nowhere
to go for redress, but were entirely at the mercy of a hard master,
made the captain feel, on the other hand, that he must depend entirely
upon his own resources. Severity created discontent, and signs of
discontent provoked severity. Then, too, illtreatment and
dissatisfaction are no "linimenta laborum;" and many a time have I
heard the sailors say that they should not mind the length of the
voyage, and the hardships, if they were only kindly treated, and if
they could feel that something was done to make things lighter and
easier. We felt as though our situation was a call upon our
superiors to give us occasional relaxations, and to make our yoke
easier. But the contrary policy was pursued. We were kept at work
all day when in port; which, together with a watch at night, made us
glad to turn-in as soon as we got below. Thus we got no time for
reading, or- which was of more importance to us- for washing and
mending our clothes. And then, when we were at sea, sailing from port
to port, instead of giving us "watch and watch," as was the custom on
board every other vessel on the coast, we were all kept on deck and at
work, rain or shine, making spun-yarn and rope, and at other work in
good weather, and picking oakum, when it was too wet for anything
else. All hands were called to "come up and see it rain," and kept on
deck hour after hour in a drenching rain, standing round the deck so
far apart as to prevent our talking with one another, with our
tarpaulins and oil-cloth jackets on, picking old rope to pieces, or
laying up gaskets and robands. This was often done, too, when we
were lying in port with two anchors down, and no necessity for more
than one man on deck as a look-out. This is what is called "hazing"
a crew, and "working their old iron up."
While lying at Santa Barbara, we encountered another south-easter;
and, like the first, it came on in the night; the great black clouds
coming round from the southward, covering the mountain, and hanging
down over the town, appearing almost to rest upon the roofs of the
houses. We made sail, slipped our cable, cleared the point, and beat
about, for four days, in the offing, under close sail, with
continual rain and high seas and winds. No wonder, thought we, they
have no rain in the the other, seasons, for enough seemed to have
fallen in those four days days to last through a common summer. On the
fifth day it cleared up, after a few hours, as is usual, of rain
coming down like a four hours' shower-bath, and we found ourselves
drifted nearly ten leagues from the anchorage; and having light head
winds, we did not return until the sixth day. Having recovered our
anchor, we made preparations for getting under weigh to go down to
leeward. We had hoped to go directly to San Diego, and thus fall in
with the California before she sailed for Boston; but our orders were
to stop at an intermediate port called San Pedro, and as we were to
lie there a week or two, and the California was to sail in a few
days, we lost the opportunity. Just before sailing, the captain took
on board a short, red-haired, round-shouldered, vulgar-looking fellow,
who had lost one eye, and squinted with the other, and introducing
him as Mr. Russell, told us that he was an officer on board. This was
too bad. We had lost overboard, on the passage, one of the best of
our number, another had been taken from us and appointed clerk, and
thus weakened and reduced, instead of shipping some hands to make our
work easier, he had put another officer over us, to watch and drive
us. We had now four officers, and only six in the forecastle. This
was bringing her too much down by the stern for our comfort.
Leaving Santa Barbara, we coasted along down, the country
appearing level or moderately uneven, and, for the most part, sandy
and treeless; until, doubling a high, sandy point, we let go our
anchor at a distance of three or three and a half miles from shore. It
was like a vessel, bound to Halifax, coming to anchor on the Grand
Banks; for the shore being low, appeared to be at a greater distance
than it actually was, and we thought we might as well have staid at
Santa Barbara, and sent our boat down for the hides. The land was of a
clayey consistency, and, as far as the eye could reach, entirely
bare of trees and even shrubs; and there was no sign of a town,- not
even a house to be seen. What brought us into such a place, we could
not conceive. No sooner had we come to anchor, than the slip-rope, and
the other preparations for southeasters, were got ready; and there was
reason enough for it, for we lay exposed to every wind that could
blow, except the north-west, and that came over a flat country with
a range of more than a league of water. As soon as everything was snug
on board, the boat was lowered, and we pulled ashore, our new officer,
who had been several times in the port before, taking the place of
steersman. As we drew in, we found the tide low, and the rocks and
stones, covered with kelp and sea-weed, lying bare for the distance of
nearly an eighth of a mile. Picking our way barefooted over these,
we came to what is called the landing-place, at high-water mark. The
soil was as it appeared at first, loose and clayey, and except the
stalks of the mustard plant, there was no vegetation. Just in front of
the landing, and immediately over it, was a small hill, which, from
its being not more than thirty or forty feet high, we had not
perceived from our anchorage. Over this hill we saw three men coming
down, dressed partly like sailors and partly like Californians; one of
them having on a pair of untanned leather trowsers and a red baize
shirt. When they came down to us, we found that they were
Englishmen, and they told us that they had belonged to a small Mexican
brig which had been driven ashore here in a southeaster, and now lived
in a small house just over the hill. Going up this hill with them,
we saw, just behind it, a small, low building, with one room,
containing a fire-place, cooking apparatus, etc., and the rest of it
unfinished, and used as a place to store hides and goods. This, they
told us, was built by some traders in the Pueblo, (a town about thirty
miles in the interior, to which this was the port,) and used by them
as a storehouse, and also as a lodging place when they came down to
trade with the vessels. These three men were employed by them to
keep the house in order, and to look out for the things stored in
it. They said that they had been there nearly a year; had nothing to
do most of the time, living upon beef, hard bread, and frijoles (a
peculiar kind of bean very abundant in California). The nearest house,
they told us, was a Rancho, or cattle-farm, about three miles off; and
one of them went up, at the request of our officer, to order a horse
to be sent down, with which the agent, who was on board, might go up
to the Pueblo. From one of them, who was an intelligent English
sailor, I learned a good deal, in a few minutes' conversation, about
the place, its trade, and the news from the southern ports. San Diego,
he said, was about eighty miles to the leeward of San Pedro; that they
had heard from there, by a Mexican who came up on horseback, that
the California had sailed for Boston, and that the Lagoda, which had
been in San Pedro only a few weeks before, was taking in her cargo for
Boston. The Ayacucho was also there, loading for Callao, and the
little Loriotte, which had run directly down from Monterey, where we
left her. San Diego, he told me, was a small, snug place, having
very little trade, but decidedly the best harbor on the coast, being
completely land-locked, and the water as smooth as a duckpond. This
was the depot for all the vessels engaged in the trade; each one
having a large house there, built of rough boards, in which they
stowed their hides, as fast as they collected them in their trips up
and down the coast, and when they had procured ; full cargo, spent a
few weeks there, taking it in, smoking ship, supplying wood and water,
and making other preparations for the voyage home. The Lagoda was
now about this business. When we should be about it, was more than I
could tell; two years, at least, I thought to myself.
I also learned, to my surprise, that the desolate-looking place we
were in was the best place on the whole coast for hides. It was the
only port for a distance of eighty miles, and about thirty miles in
the interior was a fine plane country, filled with herds of cattle, in
the centre of which was the Pueblo de les Angelos- the largest town
in California- and several of the wealthiest missions; to all of
which San Pedro was the sea-port.
Having made our arrangements for a horse to take the agent to the
Pueblo the next day, we picked our way again over the green,
slippery rocks, and pulled aboard. By the time we reached the
vessel, which was so far off that we could hardly see her, in the
increasing darkness, the boats were hoisted up, and the crew at
supper. Going down into the forecastle, eating our supper, and
lighting our cigars and pipes, we had, as usual, to tell all we had
seen or heard ashore. We all agreed that it was the worst place we had
seen yet, especially for getting off hides, and our lying off at so
great a distance looked as though it was bad for south-easters.
After a few disputes as to whether we should have to carry our goods
up the hill, or not, we talked of San Diego, the probability of seeing
the Lagoda before she sailed, etc., etc.
The next day we pulled the agent ashore, and he went up to visit the
Pueblo and the neighboring missions; and in a few days, as the
result of his labors, large ox-carts, and droves of mules, loaded with
hides, were seen coming over the flat country. We loaded our long-boat
with goods of all kinds, light and heavy, and pulled ashore. After
landing, and rolling them over the stones upon the beach, we
stopped, waiting for the carts to come down the hill and take them;
but the captain soon settled the matter by ordering us to carry them
all up to the top, saying that, that was "California fashion." So what
the oxen would not do, we were obliged to do. The hill was low, but
steep, and the earth, being clayey and wet with the recent rains,
was but bad holding-ground for our feet. The heavy barrels and casks
we rolled up with some difficulty, getting behind and putting our
shoulders to them; now and then our feet slipping, added to the danger
of the casks rolling back upon us. But the greatest trouble was with
the large boxes of sugar. These, we had to place upon oars, and
lifting them up rest the oars upon our shoulders, and creep slowly
up the hill with the gilt of a funeral procession. After an hour or
two of hard work, we got them all up, and found the carts standing
full of hides, which we had to unload, and also to load again with our
own goods; the lazy Indians, who came down with them, squatting down
on their hams, looking on, doing nothing, and when we asked them to
help us, only shaking their heads, or drawling out "no quiero."
Having loaded the carts, we started up the Indians, who went off,
one on each side of the oxen, with long sticks, sharpened at the
end, to punch them with. This is one of the means of saving labor in
California;- two Indians to two oxen. Now, the hides were to be got
down; and for this purpose, we brought the boat round to a place where
the hill was steeper, and threw them down, letting them slide over the
slope. Many of them lodged, and we had to let ourselves down and set
them agoing again; and in this way got covered with dust, and our
clothes torn. After we had got them all down, we were obliged to
take them on our heads, and walk over the stones, and through the
water, to the boat. The water and the stones together would wear out a
pair of shoes a day, and as shoes were very scarce and very dear, we
were compelled to go barefooted. At night, we went on board, having
had the hardest and most disagreeable day's work that we had yet
experienced. For several days, we were employed in this manner,
until we had landed forty or fifty tons of goods, and brought on board
about two thousand hides; when the trade began to slacken, and we were
kept at work, on board, during the latter part of the week, either
in the hold or upon the rigging. On Thursday night, there was a
violent blow from the northward, but as this was offshore, we had only
to let go our other anchor and hold on. We were called up at night
to send down the royal-yards. It was as dark as a pocket, and the
vessel pitching at her anchors. I went up to the fore, and my friend
S---, to the main, and we soon had them down "ship-shape and Bristol
fashion;" for, as we had now got used to our duty aloft, everything
above the cross-trees was left to us, who were the youngest of the
crew, except one boy.
CHAPTER XV
A FLOGGING--A NIGHT ON SHORE--THE STATE OF THINGS ON BOARD--SAN
DIEGO
For several days the captain seemed very much out of humor. Nothing
went right, or fast enough for him. He quarrelled with the cook, and
threatened to flog him for throwing wood on deck; and had a dispute
with the mate about reeving a Spanish burton; the mate saying that
he was right, and had been taught how to do it by a man who was a
sailor! This, the captain took in dudgeon, and they were at sword's
points at once. But his displeasure was chiefly turned against a
large, heavy-moulded fellow from the Middle States, who was called
Sam. This man hesitated in his speech, and was rather slow in his
motions, but was a pretty good sailor, and always seemed to do his
best; but the captain took a dislike to him, thought he was surly, and
lazy; and "if you once give a dog a bad name"- as the sailor-phrase
is- "he may as well jump overboard." The captain found fault with
everything this man did, and hazed him for dropping a marline-spike
from the main-yard, where he was at work. This, of course, was an
accident, but it was set down against him. The captain was on board
all day Friday, and everything went on hard and disagreeably. "The
more you drive a man, the less he will do," was as true with us as
with any other people. We worked late Friday night, and were turned-to
early Saturday morning. About ten o'clock the captain ordered our
new officer, Russell, who by this time had become thoroughly
disliked by all the crew, to get the gig ready to take him ashore.
John, the Swede, was sitting in the boat alongside, and Russell and
myself were standing by the main hatchway, waiting for the captain,
who was down in the hold, where the crew were at work, when we heard
his voice raised in violent dispute with somebody, whether it was with
the mate, or one of the crew, I could not tell; and then came blows
and scuffling. I ran to the side and beckoned to John, who came up,
and we leaned down the hatchway; and though we could see no one, yet
we knew that the captain had the advantage, for his voice was loud and
clear--
"You see your condition! You see your condition! Will you ever
give me any more of your jaw?" No answer; and then came wrestling
and heaving, as though the man was trying to turn him. "You may as
well keep still, for I have got you," said the captain. Then came
the question, "Will you ever give me any more of your jaw?"
"I never gave you any, sir," said Sam; for it was his voice that
we heard, though low and half choked.
"That's not what I ask you. Will you ever be impudent to me again?"
"I never have been, sir," said Sam.
"Answer my question, or I'll make a spread eagle of you! I'll flog
you, by G--d."
"I'm no negro slave," said Sam.
"Then I'll make you one," said the captain; and he came to the
hatchway, and sprang on deck, threw off his coat, and rolling up his
sleeves, called out to the mate- "Seize that man up, Mr. A---! Seize
him up! Make a spread eagle of him! I'll teach you all who is master
aboard!"
The crew and officers followed the captain up the hatchway, and
after repeated orders the mate laid hold of Sam, who made no
resistance, and carried him to the gangway.
"What are you going to flog that man for, sir?" said John, the
Swede, to the captain.
Upon hearing this, the captain turned upon him, but knowing him to
be quick and resolute, he ordered the steward to bring the irons,
and calling upon Russell to help him, went up to John.
"Let me alone," said John. "I'm willing to be put in irons. You need
not use any force;" and putting out his hands, the captain slipped the
irons on, and sent him aft to the quarter-deck. Sam by this time was
seized up, as it is called, that is, placed against the shrouds,
with his wrists made fast to the shrouds, his jacket off, and his back
exposed. The captain stood on the break of the deck, a few feet from
him, and a little raised, so as to have a good swing at him, and
held in his hand the bight of a thick, strong rope. The officers stood
round, and the crew grouped together in the waist. All these
preparations made me feel sick and almost faint, angry and excited as
I was. A man- a human being, made in God's likeness- fastened up and
flogged like a beast! A man, too, whom I had lived with and eaten with
for months, and knew almost as well as a brother. The first and almost
uncontrollable impulse was resistance. But what was to be done? The
time for it had gone by. The two best men were fast, and there were
only two beside myself, and a small boy of ten or twelve years of age.
And then there were (beside the captain) three officers, steward,
agent and clerk. But beside the numbers, what is there for sailors
to do? If they resist, it is mutiny; and if they succeed, and take the
vessel, it is piracy. If they ever yield again, their punishment
must come; and if they do not yield, they are pirates for life. If a
sailor resist his commander, he resists the law, and piracy or
submission are his only alternatives. Bad as it was, it must be borne.
It is what a sailor ships for. Swinging the rope over his head, and
bending his body so as to give it full force, the captain brought it
down upon the poor fellow's back. Once, twice;- six times. "Will you
ever give me any more of your jaw?" The man writhed with pain, but
said not a word. Three times more. This was too much, and he
muttered something which I could not hear; this brought as many more
as the man could stand; when the captain ordered him to be cut down,
and to go forward.
"Now for you," said the captain, making up to John and taking his
irons off. As soon as he was loose, he ran forward to the
forecastle. "Bring that man aft," shouted the captain. The second
mate, who had been a shipmate of John's, stood still in the waist, and
the mate walked slowly forward; but our third officer, anxious to show
his zeal, sprang forward over the windlass, and laid hold of John; but
he soon threw him from him. At this moment I would have given worlds
for the power to help the poor fellow; but it was all in vain. The
captain stood on the quarter-deck, bare-headed, his eyes flashing with
rage, and his face as red as blood, swinging the rope, and calling out
to his officers, "Drag him aft!- Lay hold of him! I'll sweeten him!"
etc., etc. The mate now went forward and told John quietly to go
aft; and he, seeing resistance in vain, threw the blackguard third
mate from him; said he would go aft of himself; that they should not
drag him; and went up to the gangway and held out his hands; but as
soon as the captain began to make him fast, the indignity was too
much, and he began to resist; but the mate and Russell holding him, he
was soon seized up. When he was made fast, he turned to the captain,
who stood turning up his sleeves and getting ready for the blow, and
asked him what he was to be flogged for. "Have I ever refused my duty,
sir? Have you ever known me to hang back, or to be insolent, or not to
know my work?"
"No," said the captain, "it is not that I flog you for; I flog you
for your interference- for asking questions."
"Can't a man ask a question here without being flogged?"
"No," shouted the captain; "nobody shall open his mouth aboard
this vessel, but myself;" and began laying the blows upon his back,
swinging half round between each blow, to give it full effect. As he
went on, his passion increased, and he danced about the deck,
calling out as he swung the rope;- "If you want to know what I flog
you for, I'll tell you. It's because I like to do it!- because I like
to do it!- It suits me! That's what I do it for!"
The man writhed under the pain, until he could endure it no
longer, when he called out, with an exclamation more common among
foreigners than with us-"Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, Jesus Christ!"
"Don't call on Jesus Christ," shouted the captain; "he can't help
you. Call on Captain T---, he's the man! He can help you! Jesus Christ
can't help you now!"
At these words, which I never shall forget, my blood ran cold. I
could look on no longer. Disgusted, sick, and horror-struck, I
turned away and leaned over the rail, and looked down into the
water. A few rapid thoughts of my own situation, and of the prospect
of future revenge, crossed my mind; but the falling of the blows and
the cries of the man called me back at once. At length they ceased,
and turning round, I found that the mate, at a signal from the captain
had cut him down. Almost doubled up with pain, the man walked slowly
forward, and went down into the forecastle. Every one else stood still
at his post, while the captain, swelling with rage and with the
importance of his achievement, walked the quarter-deck, and at each
turn, as he came forward, calling out to us,- "You see your
condition! You see where I've got you all, and you know what to
expect!"- "You've been mistaken in me- you didn't know what I was!
Now you know what I am!"- "I'll make you toe the mark, every soul of
you, or I'll flog you all, fore and aft, from the boy, up!"- "You've
got a driver over you! Yes, a slave-driver- a negro-driver! I'll see
who'll tell me he isn't a negro slave!" With this and the like matter,
equally calculated to quiet us, and to allay any apprehensions of
future trouble, he entertained us for about ten minutes, when he
went below. Soon after, John came aft, with his bare back covered with
stripes and wales in every direction, and dreadfully swollen, and
asked the steward to ask the captain to let him have some salve, or
balsam, to put upon it. "No," said the captain, who heard him from
below; "tell him to put his shirt on; that's the best thing for him;
and pull me ashore in the boat. Nobody is going to lay-up on board
this vessel." He then called to Mr. Russell to take those men and
two others in the boat, and pull him ashore. I went for one. The two
men could hardly bend their backs, and the captain called to them to
"give way," "give way " but finding they did their best, he let them
alone. The agent was in the stern sheets, but during the whole
pull- a league or more- not a word was spoken. We landed; the captain,
agent, and officer went up to the house, and left us with the boat. I,
and the man with me, staid near the boat, while John and Sam walked
slowly away, and sat down on the rocks. They talked some time
together, but at length separated, each sitting alone. I had some
fears of John. He was a foreigner, and violently tempered, and under
suffering; and he had his knife with him, and the captain was to
come down alone to the boat. But nothing happened; and we went quietly
on board. The captain was probably armed, and if either of them had
lifted a hand against him, they would have had nothing before them but
flight, and starvation in the woods of California, or capture by the
soldiers and Indian blood-hounds, whom the offer of twenty dollars
would have set upon them.
After the day's work was done, we went down into the forecastle, and
ate our plain supper; but not a word was spoken. It was Saturday
night; but there was no song- no "sweethearts and wives." A gloom was
over everything. The two men lay in their berths, groaning with
pain, and we all turned in, but for myself, not to sleep. A sound
coming now and then from the berths of the two men showed that they
were awake, as awake they must have been, for they could hardly lie in
one posture a moment; the dim, swinging lamp of the forecastle shed
its light over the dark hole in which we lived; and many and various
reflections and purposes coursed through my mind. I thought of our
situation, living under a tyranny; of the character of the country
we were in; of the length of the voyage, and of the uncertainty
attending our return to America; and then, if we should return, of the
prospect of obtaining justice and satisfaction for these poor men; and
vowed that if God should ever give me the means, I would do
something to redress the grievances and relieve the sufferings of that
poor class of beings, of whom I then was one.
The next day was Sunday. We worked as usual, washing decks, until
breakfast-time. After breakfast, we pulled the captain etc., ashore,
and finding some hides there which had been brought down the night
before, he ordered me to stay ashore and watch them, saying that the
boat would come again before night. They left me, and I spent a
quiet day on the hill, eating dinner with the three men at the
little house. Unfortunately, they had no books, and after talking with
them and walking about, I began to grow tired of doing nothing. The
little brig, the home of so much hardship and suffering, lay in the
offing, almost as far as one could see; and the only other thing which
broke the surface of the great bay was a small, desolate-looking
island, steep and conical, of a clayey soil, and without the sign of
vegetable life upon it; yet which had a peculiar and melancholy
interest to me, for on the top of it were buried the remains of an
Englishman, the commander of a small merchant brig, who died while
lying in this port. It was always a solemn and interesting spot to me.
There it stood, desolate, and in the midst of desolation; and there
were the remains of one who died and was buried alone and
friendless. Had it been a common burying-place, it would have been
nothing. The single body corresponded well with the solitary character
of everything around. It was the only thing in California from which I
could ever extract anything like poetry. Then, too, the man died far
from home; without a friend near him; by poison, it was suspected, and
no one to inquire into it; and without proper funeral rites; the mate,
(as I was told,) glad to have him out of the way, hurrying him up
the hill and into the ground, without a word or a prayer.
I looked anxiously for a boat, during the latter part of the
afternoon, but none came; until toward sundown, when I saw a speck
on the water, and as it drew near, I found it was the gig, with the
captain. The hides, then, were not to go off. The captain came up
the hill, with a man, bringing my monkey jacket and a blanket. He
looked pretty black, but inquired whether I had enough to eat; told me
to make a house out of the hides, and keep myself warm, as I should
have to sleep there among them, and to keep good watch over them. I
got a moment to speak to the man who brought my jacket.
"How do things go aboard?" said I.
"Bad enough," said he; "hard work and not a kind word spoken."
"What," said I, "have you been at work all day?"
"Yes! no more Sunday for us. Everything has been moved in the
hold, from stem to stern, and from the waterways to the keelson."
I went up to the house to supper. We had frijoles, (the perpetual
food of the Californians, but which, when well cooked, are the best
bean in the world,) coffee made of burnt wheat, and hard bread.
After our meal, the three men sat down by the light of a tallow
candle, with a pack of greasy Spanish cards, to the favorite game of
"treinta uno," a sort of Spanish "everlasting." I left them and went
out to take up my bivouack among the hides. It was now dark; the
vessel was hidden from sight, and except the three men in the house,
there was not a living soul within a league. The coati (a wild
animal of a nature and appearance between that of the fox and the
wolf) set up their sharp, quick bark, and two owls, at the end of
two distant points running out into the bay, on different sides of the
hills where I lay, kept up their alternate, dismal notes. I had
heard the sound before at night, but did not know what it was, until
one of the men, who came down to look at my quarters, told me it was
the owl. Mellowed by the distance, and heard alone, at night, I
thought it was the most melancholy, boding sound I had ever heard.
Through nearly all the night they kept it up, answering one another
slowly, at regular intervals. This was relieved by the noisy coati,
some of which came quite near to my quarters, and were not very
pleasant neighbors. The next morning, before sunrise, the long-boat
came ashore, and the hides were taken off.
We lay at San Pedro about a week, engaged in taking off hides and in
other labors, which had now become our regular duties. I spent one
more day on the hill, watching a quantity of hides and goods, and this
time succeeded in finding a part of a volume of Scott's Pirate, in a
corner of the house; but it failed me at a most interesting moment,
and I betook myself to my acquaintances on shore, and from them
learned a good deal about the customs of the country, the harbors,
etc. This, they told me, was a worse harbor than Santa Barbara, for
south-easters; the bearing of the headland being a point and a half
more to windward, and it being so shallow that the sea broke often
as far out as where we lay at anchor. The gale from which we slipped
at Santa Barbara, had been so bad a one here, that the whole bay,
for a league out, was filled with the foam of the breakers, and seas
actually broke over the Dead Man's island. The Lagoda was lying there,
and slipped at the first alarm, and in such haste that she was
obliged to leave her launch behind her at anchor. The little boat rode
it out for several hours, pitching at her anchor, and standing with
her stern up almost perpendicularly. The men told me that they watched
her till towards night, when she snapped her cable and drove up over
the breakers, high and dry upon the beach.
On board the Pilgrim, everything went on regularly, each one
trying to get along as smoothly as possible; but the comfort of the
voyage was evidently at an end. "That is a long lane which has no
turning"- "Every dog must have his day, and mine will come
by-and-by"- and the like proverbs, were occasionally quoted; but no
one spoke of any probable end to the voyage, or of Boston, or anything
of the kind; or if he did, it was only to draw out the perpetual,
surly reply from his shipmate- "Boston, is it? You may thank your
stars if you ever see that place. You had better have your back
sheathed, and your head coppered, and your feet shod, and make out
your log for California for life!" or else something of this kind-
"Before you get to Boston the hides will wear the hair off your head,
and you'll take up all your wages in clothes, and won't have enough
left to buy a wig with!"
The flogging was seldom if ever alluded to by us, in the forecastle.
If any one was inclined to talk about it, the others, with a
delicacy which I hardly expected to find among them, always stopped
him, or turned the subject. But the behavior of the two men who were
flogged toward one another showed a delicacy and a sense of honor,
which would have been worthy of admiration in the highest walks of
life. Sam knew that the other had suffered solely on his account,
and in all his complaints, he said that if he alone had been
flogged, it would have been nothing; but that he never could see
that man without thinking what had been the means of bringing that
disgrace upon him; and John never, by word or deed, let anything
escape him to remind the other that it was by interfering to save
his shipmate, that he had suffered.
Having got all our spare room filled with hides, we hove up our
anchor and made sail for San Diego. In no operation can the
disposition of a crew be discovered better than in getting under
weigh. Where things are "done with a will," every one is like a cat
aloft: sails are loosed in an instant; each one lays out his
strength on his handspike, and the windlass goes briskly round with
the loud cry of "Yo heave ho! Heave and pawl! Heave hearty ho!" But
with us, at this time, it was all dragging work. No one went aloft
beyond his ordinary gait, and the chain came slowly in over the
windlass. The mate, between the knight-heads, exhausted all his
official rhetoric, in calls of "Heave with a will!"- "Heave hearty,
men!- heave hearty!"- "Heave and raise the dead!"- "Heave, and away!"
etc., etc.; but it would not do. Nobody broke his back or his
handspike by his efforts. And when the cat-tackle-fall was strung
along, and all hands- cook, steward, and all- laid hold, to cat the
anchor, instead of the lively song of "Cheerily, men!" in which all
hands join in the chorus, we pulled a long, heavy, silent pull, and-
as sailors say a song is as good as ten men- the anchor came to the
cat-head pretty slowly. "Give us 'Cheerily!'" said the mate; but there
was no "cheerily" for us, and we did without it. The captain walked
the quarterdeck, and said not a word. He must have seen the change,
but there was nothing which he could notice officially.
We sailed leisurely down the coast before a light fair wind, keeping
the land well aboard, and saw two other missions, looking like
blocks of white plaster, shining in the distance; one of which,
situated on the top of a high hill, was San Juan Capestrano, under
which vessels sometimes come to anchor, in the summer season, and take
off hides. The most distant one was St. Louis Rey, which the third
mate said was only fifteen miles from San Diego. At sunset on the
second day, we had a large and well wooded headland directly before
us, behind which lay the little harbor of San Diego. We were
becalmed off this point all night, but the next morning, which was
Saturday, the 14th of March, having a good breeze, we stood round
the point, and hauling our the point, and hauling our wind, brought
the little harbor, which is rather the outlet of a small river,
right before us. Every one was anxious to get a view of the new place.
A chain of high hills, beginning at the point, (which was on our
larboard hand, coming in,) protected the harbor on the north and west,
and ran off into the interior as far as the eye could reach. On the
other sides, the land was low, and green, but without trees. The
entrance is so narrow as to admit but one vessel at a time, the
current swift, and the channel runs so near to a low stony that the
ship's sides appeared almost to touch it. There was no town in sight,
but on the smooth sand beach, abreast, and within a cable's length of
which three vessels lay moored, were four large houses, built of rough
boards, and looking like the great barns in which ice is stored on the
borders of the large ponds near Boston; with piles of hides standing
round them, and men in red shirts and large straw hats, walking in and
out of the doors. These were the hide-houses. Of the vessels: one, a
short, clumsy, little hermaphrodite brig, we recognized as our old
acquaintance, the Loriotte; another, with sharp bows and raking masts,
newly painted and tarred, and glittering in the morning sun, with the
blood-red banner and cross of St. George at her peak, was the handsome
Ayacucho. The third was a large ship, with top-gallant-masts housed,
and sails unbent, and looking as rusty and worn as two years'
"hide-droghing" could make her. This was the Lagoda. As we drew near,
carried rapidly along by the current, we overhauled our chain, and
dewed up the topsails. "Let go the anchor!" said the captain but
either there was not chain enough forward of the windlass, or the
anchor went down foul, or we had too much headway on, for it did not
bring us up. "Pay out chain!" shouted the captain; and we gave it to
her; but it would not do. Before the other anchor could be let go,
we drifted down, broadside on, and went smash into the Lagoda. Her
crew were at breakfast in the forecastle, and the cook, seeing us
coming, rushed out of his galley, and called up the officers and men.
Fortunately no great harm was done. Her jib-boom ran between our
fore and main masts, carrying away some of our rigging, and breaking
down the rail. She lost her martingale. This brought us up, and as
they paid out chain, we swung clear of them, and let go the other
anchor; but this had as bad luck as the first, for, before any one
perceived it, we were drifting on to the Loriotte. The captain now
gave out his orders rapidly and fiercely, sheeting home the
topsails, and backing and filling the sails, in hope of starting or
clearing the anchors; but it was all in vain, and he sat down on the
rail, taking it very leisurely, and calling out to Captain Nye, that
he was coming to pay him a visit. We drifted fairly into the Loriotte,
her larboard bow into our starboard quarter, carrying away a part of
our starboard quarter railing, and breaking off her larboard
bumpkin, and one or two stanchions above the deck. We saw our handsome
sailor, Jackson, on the forecastle, with the Sandwich Islanders,
working away to get us clear. After paying out chain, we swung
clear, but our anchors were no doubt afoul of hers. We manned the
windlass, and hove, and hove away, but to no purpose. Sometimes we got
a little upon the cable, but a good surge would take it all back
again. We now began to drift down toward the Ayacucho, when her boat
put off and brought her commander, Captain Wilson, on board. He was
a short, active, well-built man, between fifty and sixty years of age;
and being nearly twenty years older than our captain, and a thorough
seaman, he did not hesitate to give his advice, and from giving
advice, he gradually came to taking the command; ordering us when to
heave and when to pawl, and backing and filling the topsails,
setting and taking in jib and trysail, whenever he thought best. Our
captain gave a few orders, but as Wilson generally countermanded them,
saying, in an easy, fatherly kind of way, "Oh no! Captain T---, you
don't want the jib on her," or "It isn't time yet to heave!" he soon
gave it up. We had no objections to this state of things, for Wilson
was a kind old man, and had an encouraging and pleasant way of
speaking to us, which made everything go easily. After two or three
hours of constant labor at the windlass, heaving and "Yo ho!"-ing with
all our might, we brought up an anchor, with the Loriotte's small
bower fast to it. Having cleared this and let it go, and cleared our
hawse, we soon got our other anchor, which had dragged half over the
harbor. "Now," said Wilson, "I'll find you a good berth;" and
setting both the topsails, he carried us down, and brought us to
anchor, in handsome style, directly abreast of the hide-house
which we were to use. Having done this, he took his leave, while we
furled the sails, and got our breakfast, which was welcome to us,
for we had worked hard, and it was nearly twelve o'clock. After
breakfast, and until night, we were employed in getting out the
boats and mooring ship.
After supper, two of us took the captain on board the Lagoda. As
he came alongside, he gave his name, and the mate, in the gangway,
called out to the captain down the companion-way- "Captain T--- has
come aboard, sir!" "Has he brought his brig with him?" said the
rough old fellow, in a tone which made itself heard fore and aft. This
mortified our captain a little, and it became a standing joke among us
for the rest of the voyage. The captain went down into the cabin,
and we walked forward and put our heads down the forecastle, where
we found the men at supper. "Come down, shipmates! Come down!" said
they, as soon as they saw us; and we went down, and found a large,
high forecastle, well lighted; and a crew of twelve or fourteen men,
eating out of their kids and pans, and drinking their tea, and talking
and laughing, all as independent and easy as so many "wood-sawyer's
clerks." This looked like comfort and enjoyment, compared with the
dark little forecastle, and scanty, discontented crew of the brig.
It was Saturday night; they had got through with their work for the
week; and being snugly moored, had nothing to do until Monday,
again. After two years' hard service, they had seen the worst, and
all, of California;- had got their cargo nearly stowed, and expected
to sail in a week or two, for Boston. We spent an hour or more with
them, talking over California matters, until the word was passed-
"Pilgrims, away!" and we went back with our captain. They were a
hardy, but intelligent crew; a little roughened, and their clothes
patched and old, from California wear; all able seamen, and between
the ages of twenty and thirty-five. They inquired about our vessel,
the usage, etc., and were not a little surprised at the story of the
flogging. They said there were often difficulties in vessels on the
coast, and sometimes knock-downs and fightings, but they had never
heard before of a regular seizing-up and flogging. "Spread-eagles"
were a new kind of bird in California.
Sunday, they said, was always given in San Diego, both at the
hide-houses and on board the vessels, a large number usually going
up to the town, on liberty. We learned a good deal from them about
curing and stowing of hides, etc., and they were anxious to have the
latest news (seven months old) from Boston. One of their first
inquiries was for Father Taylor, the seamen's preacher in Boston. Then
followed the usual strain of conversation, inquiries, stories, and
jokes, which, one must always hear in a ship's forecastle, but which
are perhaps, after all, no worse, nor, indeed, more gross, than that
of many well-dressed gentlemen at their clubs.
CHAPTER XVI
LIBERTY-DAY ON SHORE
The next day being Sunday, after washing and clearing decks, and
getting breakfast, the mate came forward with leave for one watch to
go ashore, on liberty. We drew lots, and it fell to the larboard,
which I was in. Instantly all was preparation. Buckets of fresh water,
(which we were allowed in port,) and soap, were put in use;
go-ashore jackets and trowsers got out and brushed; pumps,
neckerchiefs, and hats overhauled; one lending to another; so that
among the whole each one got a good fit-out. A boat was called to pull
the "liberty men" ashore, and we sat down in the stern sheets, "as big
as pay passengers," and jumping ashore, set out on our walk for the
town, which was nearly three miles off.
It is a pity that some other arrangement is not made in merchant
vessels, with regard to the liberty-day. When in port, the crews are
kept at work all the week, and the only day they are allowed for
rest or pleasure is the Sabbath; and unless they go ashore on that
day, they cannot go at all. I have heard of a religious captain who
gave his crew liberty on Saturdays, after twelve o'clock. This would
be a good plan, if shipmasters would bring themselves to give their
crews so much time. For young sailors especially, many of whom have
been brought up with a regard for the sacredness of the day, this
strong temptation to break it, is exceedingly injurious. As it is,
it can hardly be expected that a crew, on a long and hard voyage,
refuse a few hours of freedom from toil and the restraints of a
vessel, and an opportunity to tread the ground and see the sights of
society and humanity, because it is on a Sunday. It is too much like
escaping from prison, or being drawn out of a pit, on the Sabbath day.
I shall never forget the delightful sensation of being in the open
air, with the birds singing around me, and escaped from the
confinement, labor, and strict rule of a vessel- of being once more
in my life, though only for a day, my own master. A sailor's liberty
is but for a day; yet while it lasts it is perfect. He is under no
one's eye, and can do whatever, and go wherever, he pleases. This day,
for the first time, I may truly say, in my whole life, I felt the
meaning of a term which I had often heard- the sweets of liberty. My
friend S--- was with me, and turning our backs upon the vessels, we
walked slowly along, talking of the pleasure of being our own masters,
of the times past, and when we were free in the midst of friends, in
America, and of the prospect of our return; and planning where we
would go, and what we would do, when we reached home. It was wonderful
how the prospect brightened, and how short and tolerable the voyage
appeared, when viewed in this new light. Things looked differently
from what they did when we talked them over in the little dark
forecastle, the night after the flogging at San Pedro. It is not the
least of the advantages of allowing sailors occasionally a day of
liberty, that it gives them a spring, and makes them feel cheerful and
independent, and leads them insensibly to look on the bright side of
everything for some time after.
S--- and myself determined to keep as much together as possible,
though we knew that it would not do to cut our shipmates; for, knowing
our birth and education, they were a little suspicious that we would
try to put on the gentleman when we got ashore, and would be ashamed
of their company; and this won't do with Jack. When the voyage is at
an end, you may do as you please, but so long as you belong to the
same vessel, you must be a shipmate to him on shore, or he will not be
a shipmate to you on board. Being forewarned of this before I went
to sea, I took no "long togs" with me, and being dressed like the
rest, in white duck trowsers, blue jacket and straw hat, which would
prevent my going in better company, and showing no disposition to
avoid them, I set all suspicion at rest. Our crew fell in with some
who belonged to the other vessels, and, sailor-like, steered for the
first grog-shop. This was a small mud building, of only one room, in
which were liquors, dry and West India goods, shoes, bread, fruits,
and everything which is vendible in California. It was kept by a
Yankee, a one-eyed man, who belonged formerly to Fall River, came
out to the Pacific in a whale-ship, left her at the Sandwich
Islands, and came to California and set up a "Pulperia." S--- and I
followed in our shipmates' wake, knowing that to refuse to drink
with them would be the highest affront, but determining to slip away
at the first opportunity. It is the universal custom with sailors
for each one, in his turn, to treat the whole, calling for a glass all
round, and obliging every one who is present, even the keeper of the
shop, to take a glass with him. When we first came in, there was
some dispute between our crew and the others, whether the new comers
or the old California rangers should treat first; but it being settled
in favor of the latter, each of the crews of the other vessels treated
all round in their turn, and as there were a good many present,
(including some "loafers" who had dropped in, knowing what was going
on, to take advantage of Jack's hospitality,) and the liquor was a
real (12 1/2 cents) a glass, it made somewhat of a hole in their
lockers. It was now our ship's turn, and S-- and I, anxious to get
away, stepped up to call for glasses; but we soon found that we must
go in order- the oldest first, for the old sailors did not choose to
be preceded by a couple of youngsters; and bon gre mal gre, we had to
wait our turn, with the twofold apprehension of being too late for our
horses, and of getting corned, for drink you must, every time; and
if you drink with one and not with another, it is always taken as an
insult.
Having at length gone through our turns and acquitted ourselves of
all obligations, we slipped out, and went about among the houses,
endeavoring to get horses for the day, so that we might ride round and
see the country. At first we had but little success, all that we could
get out of the lazy fellows, in reply to our questions, being the
eternal drawling "Quien sabe?" ("who knows?") which is an answer to
all questions. After several efforts, we at length fell in with a
little Sandwich Island boy, who belonged to Captain Wilson of the
Ayacucho, and was well acquainted in the place; and he, knowing
where to go, soon procured us two horses, ready saddled and bridled,
each with a lasso coiled over the pommel. These we were to have all
day, with the privilege of riding them down to the beach at night, for
a dollar, which we had to pay in advance. Horses are the cheapest
thing in California; the very best not being worth more than ten
dollars apiece, and very good ones being often sold for three, and
four. In taking a day's ride, you pay for the use of the saddle, and
for the labor and trouble of catching the horses. If you bring the
saddle back safe, they care but little what becomes of the horse.
Mounted on our horses, which were spirited beasts, and which, by the
way, in this country, are always steered by pressing the contrary rein
against the neck, and not by pulling on the bit,- we started off on a
fine run over the country. The first place we went to was the old
ruinous presidio, which stands on a rising ground near the village,
which it overlooks. It is built in the form of an open square, like
all the other presidios, and was in a most ruinous state, with the
exception of one side, in which the commandant lived, with his family.
There were only two guns, one of which was spiked, and the other had
no carriage. Twelve, half clothed, and half starved looking fellows,
composed the garrison; and they, it was said, had not a musket apiece.
The small settlement lay directly below the fort, composed of about
forty dark brown looking huts, or houses, and two larger ones,
plastered, which belonged to two of the "gente de razon." This town is
not more than half as large as Monterey, or Santa Barbara, and has
little or no business. From the presidio, we rode off in the direction
of the mission, which we were told was three miles distant. The
country was rather sandy, and there was nothing for miles which
could be called a tree, but the grass grew green and rank, and there
were many bushes and thickets, and the soil is said to be good.
After a pleasant ride of a couple of miles, we saw the white walls
of the mission, and fording a small river, we came directly before it.
The mission is built of mud, or rather of the unburnt bricks of the
country, and plastered. There was something decidedly striking in
its appearance: a number of irregular buildings, connected with one
another, and disposed in the form of a hollow square, with a church at
one end, rising above the rest, with a tower containing five belfries,
in each of which hung a large bell, and with immense rusty iron
crosses at the tops. Just outside of the buildings, and under the
walls, stood twenty or thirty small huts, built of straw and of the
branches of trees, grouped together, in which a few Indians lived,
under the protection and in the service of the mission.
Entering a gate-way, we drove into the open square, in which the
stillness of death reigned. On one side was the church; on another,
a range of high buildings with grated windows; a third was a range
of smaller buildings, or offices; and the fourth seemed to be little
more than a high connecting wall. Not a living creature could we see.
We rode twice round the square, in the hope of waking up some one; and
in one circuit, saw a tall monk, with shaven head, sandals, and the
dress of the Grey Friars, pass rapidly through a gallery, but he
disappeared without noticing us. After two circuits, we stopped our
horses, and saw, at last, a man show himself in front of one of the
small buildings. We rode up to him, and found him dressed in the
common dress of the country, with a silver chain round his neck,
supporting a large bunch of keys. From this, we took him to be the
steward of the mission, and addressing him as "Mayordomo," received
a low bow and an invitation to walk into his room. Making our horses
fast, we went in. It was a plain room, containing a table, three or
four chairs, a small picture or two of some saint, or miracle, or
martyrdom, and a few dishes and glasses. "Hay algunas cosa de comer?"
said I. "Si Senor!" said he. "Que gusta usted?" Mentioning frijoles,
which I knew they must have if they had nothing else, and beef and
bread, and a hint for wine, if they had any, he went off to another
building, across the court, and returned in a few moments, with a
couple of Indian boys, bearing dishes and a decanter of wine. The
dishes contained baked meats, frijoles stewed with peppers and
onions, boiled eggs, and California flour baked into a kind of
macaroni. These, together with the wine, made the most sumptuous
meal we had eaten since we left Boston; and, compared with the fare
we had lived upon for seven months, it was a regal banquet. After
despatching our meal, we took out some money and asked him how much
we were to pay. He shook his head, and crossed himself, saying that
it was charity:- that the Lord gave it to us.
Knowing the amount of this to be that he did not sell it, but was
willing to receive a present, we gave him ten or twelve reals, which
he pocketed with admirable nonchalance, saying, "Dios se lo pague."
Taking leave of him, we rode out to the Indians' huts. The little
children were running about among the huts, stark naked, and the men
were not much better; but the women had generally coarse gowns, of a
sort of tow cloth. The men are employed, most of the time, in
tending the cattle of the mission, and in working in the garden, which
is a very large one, including several acres, and filled, it is
said, with the best fruits of the climate. The language of these
people, which is spoken by all the Indians of California, is the
most brutish and inhuman language, without any exception, that I
ever heard, or that could well be conceived of. It is a complete
slabber. The words fall off of the ends of their tongues, and a
continual slabbering sound is made in the cheeks, outside of the
teeth. It cannot have been the language of Montezuma and the
independent Mexicans.
Here, among the huts, we saw the oldest man that I had ever seen;
and, indeed, I never supposed that a person could retain life and
exhibit such marks of age. He was sitting out in the sun, leaning
against the side of a hut; and his legs and arms, which were bare,
were of a dark red color, the skin withered and shrunk up like burnt
leather, and the limbs not larger round than those of a boy of five
years. He had a few grey hairs, which were tied together at the back
of his head; and he was so feeble that, when we came up to him, he
raised his hands slowly to his face, and taking hold of his lids
with his fingers, lifted them up to look at us; and being satisfied,
let them drop again. All command over the lid seemed to have gone. I
asked his age, but could get no answer but "Quien sabe?" and they
probably did not know the age.
Leaving the mission, we returned to village, going nearly all the
way on a full run. The California horses have no medium gait, which is
pleasant, between walking and running; for as there are no streets and
parades, they have no need of the genteel trot, and their riders
usually keep them at the top of their speed until they are tired,
and then let them rest themselves by walking. The fine air of the
afternoon; the rapid rate of the animals, who seemed almost to fly
over the ground; and the excitement and novelty of the motion to us,
who had been so long confined on shipboard, were exhilarating beyond
expression, and we felt willing to ride all day long. Coming into
the village, we found things looking very lively. The Indians, who
always have a holyday on Sunday, were engaged at playing a kind of
running game of ball, on a level piece of ground, near the houses. The
old ones sat down in a ring, looking on, while the young ones- men,
boys and girls- were chasing the ball, and throwing it with all their
might. Some of the girls ran like greyhounds. At every accident, or
remarkable feat, the old people set up a deafening screaming and
clapping of hands. Several blue jackets were reeling about among the
houses, which showed that the pulperias had been well patronized.
One or two of the sailors had got on horseback, but being rather
indifferent horsemen, and the Spaniards having given them vicious
horses, they were soon thrown, much to the amusement of the people.
A half dozen Sandwich Islanders, from the hide-houses and the two
brigs, who are bold riders, were dashing about on the full gallop,
hallooing and laughing like so many wild men.
It was now nearly sundown, and S--- and myself went into a house and
sat quietly down to rest ourselves before going down to the beach.
Several people were soon collected to see "los Ingles marineros,"
and one of them- a young woman- took a great fancy to my pocket
handkerchief, which was a large silk one that I had before going to
sea, and a handsomer one than they had been in the habit of seeing. Of
course, I gave it to her; which brought us into high favor; and we had
a present of some pears and other fruits, which we took down to the
beach with us. When we came to leave the house, we found that our
horses, which we left tied at the door, were both gone. We had paid
for them to ride down to the beach, but they were not to be found.
We went to the man of whom we hired them, but he only shrugged his
shoulders, and to our question, "Where are the horses?" only
answered- "Quien sabe?" but as he was very easy, and made no
inquiries for the saddles, we saw that he knew very well where they
were. After a little trouble, determined not to walk down,- a
distance of three miles- we procured two, at four reds apiece, with
an Indian boy to run on behind and bring them back. Determined to have
"the go" out of the horses, for our trouble, we went down at full
speed, and were on the beach in fifteen minutes. Wishing to make our
liberty last as long as possible, we rode up and down among the
hide-houses, amusing ourselves with seeing the men, as they came down,
(it was now dusk,) some on horseback and others on foot. The
Sandwich Islanders rode down, and were in "high snuff." We inquired
for our shipmates, and were told that two of them had started on
horseback and had been thrown or had fallen off, and were seen heading
for the beach, but steering pretty wild, and by the looks of things,
would not be down much before midnight.
The Indian boys having arrived, we gave them our horses, and
having seen them safely off, hailed for a boat and went aboard. Thus
ended our first liberty-day on shore. We were well tired, but had a
good time, and were more willing to go back to our old duties. About
midnight, we were waked up by our two watchmates, who had come
aboard in high dispute. It seems they had started to come down on
the same horse, double-backed; and each was accusing the other of
being the cause of his fall. They soon, however, turned-in and fell
asleep, and probably forgot all about it, for the next morning the
dispute was not renewed.
CHAPTER XVII
SAN DIEGO--A DESERTION--SAN PEDRO AGAIN--BEATING UP COAST
The next sound we heard was "All hands ahoy!" and looking up the
scuttle, saw that it was just daylight. Our liberty had now truly
taken flight, and with it we laid away our pumps, stockings, blue
jackets, neckerchiefs, and other go-ashore paraphernalia, and
putting on old duck trowsers, red shirts, and Scotch caps, began
taking out and landing our hides. For three days we were hard at work,
from the grey of the morning until starlight, with the exception of
a short time allowed for meals, in this duty. For landing and taking
on board hides, San Diego is decidedly the best place in California.
The harbor is small and land-locked; there is no surf; the vessels lie
within a cable's length of the beach; and the beach itself is
smooth, hard sand, without rocks or stones. For these reasons, it is
used by all the vessels in the trade, as a depot; and, indeed, it
would be impossible, when loading with the cured hides for the passage
home, to take them on board at any of the open ports, without
getting them wet in the surf, which would spoil them. We took
possession of one of the hide-houses, which belonged to our firm,
and had been used by the California. It was built to hold forty
thousand hides, and we had the pleasing prospect of filling it
before we could leave the coast; and toward this, our thirty-five
hundred, which we brought down with us, would do but little. There was
not a man on board who did not go a dozen times into the house, and
look round, and make some calculation of the time it would require.
The hides, as they come rough and uncured from the vessels, are
piled up outside of the houses, whence they are taken and carried
through a regular process of pickling, drying, cleaning, etc., and
stowed away in the house, ready to be put on board. This process is
necessary in order that they may keep, during a long voyage, and in
warm latitudes. For the purpose of curing and taking care of these
hides, an officer and a part of the crew of each vessel are usually
left ashore and it was for this business, we found, that our new
officer had joined us. As soon as the hides were landed, he took
charge of the house, and the captain intended to leave two or three of
us with him, hiring Sandwich Islanders to take our places on board;
but he could not get any Sandwich Islanders to go, though he offered
them fifteen dollars a month; for the report of the flogging had got
among them, and he was called "aole maikai," (no good,) and that was
an end of the business. They were, however, willing to work on
shore, and four of them were hired and put with Mr. Russell to cure
the hides.
After landing our hides, we next sent ashore all our spare spars and
rigging; all the stores which we did not want to use in the course
of one trip to windward; and, in fact, everything which we could
spare, so as to make room for hides: among other things, the
pig-sty, and with it "old Bess." This was an old sow that we had
brought from Boston, and which lived to get around Cape Horn, where
all the other pigs died from cold and wet. Report said that she had
been a Canton voyage before. She had been the pet of the cook during
the whole passage, and he had fed her with the best of everything, and
taught her to know his voice, and to do a number of strange tricks for
his amusement. Tom Cringle says that no one can fathom a negro's
affection for a pig; and I believe he is right, for it almost broke
our poor darky's heart when he heard that Bess was to be taken ashore,
and that he was to have the care of her no more during the whole
voyage. He had depended upon her as a solace, during the long trips up
and down the coast. "Obey orders, if you break owners!" said he.
"Break hearts," he meant to have said; and lent a hand to get her over
the side, trying to make it as easy for her as possible. We got a whip
up on the main-yard, and hooking it to a strap around her body, swayed
away; and giving a wink to one another, ran her chock up to the
yard. "'Vast there! 'vast!" said the mate; "none of your skylarking!
Lower away!" But he evidently enjoyed the joke. The pig squealed
like the "crack of doom," and tears stood in the poor darky's eyes;
and he muttered something about having no pity on a dumb beast.
"Dumb beast!" said Jack; "if she's what you call a dumb beast, then my
eyes a'n't mates." This produced a laugh from all but the cook. He was
too intent upon seeing her safe in the boat. He watched her all the
way ashore, where, upon her landing, she was received by a whole troop
of her kind, who had been sent ashore from the other vessels, and
had multiplied and formed a large commonwealth. From the door of his
galley, the cook used to watch them in their manoeuvres, setting up
a shout and clapping his hands whenever Bess came off victorious in
the struggles for pieces of raw hide and half-picked bones which
were lying about the beach. During the day, he saved all the nice
things, and made a bucket of swill, and asked us to take it ashore
in the gig, and looked quite disconcerted when the mate told him
that he would pitch the 'I overboard, and him after it, if he saw
any of it go into the boats. We told him that he thought more about
the pig than he did about his wife, who lived down in Robinson's
Alley; and, indeed, he could hardly have been more attentive, for he
actually, on several nights, after dark, when he thought he would
not be seen, sculled himself ashore in a boat with a bucket of nice
swill, and returned like Leander from crossing the Hellespont.
The next Sunday the other half of our crew went ashore on liberty,
and left us on board, to enjoy the first quiet Sunday which we had
upon the coast. Here were no hides to come off, and no southeasters to
fear. We washed and mended our clothes in the morning, and spent the
rest of the day in reading and writing. Several of us wrote letters to
send home by the Lagoda. At twelve o'clock the Ayacucho dropped her
fore topsail, which was a signal for her sailing. She unmoored and
warped down into the night, from which she got under way. During
this operation, her crew were a long time heaving at the windlass, and
I listened for nearly an hour to the musical notes of a Sandwich
Islander, called Mahannah, who "sang out" for them. Sailors, when
heaving at a windlass, in order that they may heave together, always
have one to sing out; which is done in a peculiar, high and long-drawn
note, varying with the motion of the windlass. This requires a high
voice, strong lungs, and much practice, to be done well. This fellow
had a very peculiar, wild sort of note, breaking occasionally into a
falsetto. The sailors thought it was too high, and not enough of the
boatswain hoarseness about it; but to me it had a great charm. The
harbor was perfectly still, and his voice rang among the hills, as
though it could have been heard for miles. Toward sundown, a good
breeze having sprung up, she got under weigh, and with her long, sharp
head cutting elegantly through the water, on a taught bowline, she
stood directly out of the harbor, and bore away to the southward.
She was bound to Callao, and thence to the Sandwich Islands, and
expected to be on the coast again in eight or ten months.
At the close of the week we were ready to sail, but were delayed a
day or two by the running away of F---, the man who had been our
second mate, and was turned forward. From the time that he was
"broken," he had had a dog's berth on board the vessel, and determined
to run away at the first opportunity. Having shipped for an officer
when he was not half a seaman, he found little pity with the crew, and
was not man enough to hold his ground among them. The captain called
him a "soger,"* and promised to "ride him down as he would the main
tack;" and when officers are once determined to "ride a man down,"
it is a gone case with him. He had had several difficulties with the
captain, and asked leave to go home in the Lagoda; but this was
refused him. One night he was insolent to an officer on the beach, and
refused to come aboard in the boat. He was reported to the captain;
and as he came aboard,-it being past the proper hours-he was called
aft, and told that he was to have a flogging. Immediately, he fell
down on the deck, calling out-"Don't flog me, Captain T---; don't flog
me!" and the captain, angry with him, and disgusted with his
cowardice, gave him a few blows over the back with a rope's end and
sent him forward. He was not much hurt, but a good deal frightened,
and made up his mind to run away that very night. This was managed
better than anything he ever did in his life, and seemed really to
show some spirit and forethought. He gave his bedding and mattress
to one of the Lagoda's crew, who took it aboard his vessel as
something which he had bought, and promised to keep it for him. He
then unpacked his chest, putting all his valuable clothes into a large
canvas bag, and told one of us, who had the watch, to call him at
midnight. Coming on deck, at midnight, and finding no officer on deck,
and all still aft, he lowered his bag into a boat, got softly down
into it, cast off the painter, and let it drop silently with the
tide until he was out of hearing, when he sculled ashore.
*Soger (soldier) is the worst term of reproach that can be applied
to a sailor. It signifies a skulk, a sherk,- one who is always trying
to get clear of work, and is out of the way, or hanging back, when
duty is to be done. "Marine" is the term applied more particularly to
a man who is ignorant and clumsy about seaman's work- a greenhorn- a
land-lubber. To make a sailor shoulder a handspike, and walk fore and
aft the deck, like a sentry, is the most ignominious punishment that
could be put upon him. Such a punishment inflicted upon an able seaman
in a vessel of war, would break his spirit down more than a flogging.
The next morning, when all hands were mustered, there was a great
stir to find F---. Of course, we would tell nothing, and all they
could discover was, that he had left an empty chest behind him, and
that he went off in a boat; for they saw it lying up high and dry on
the beach. After breakfast, the captain went up to the town, and
offered a reward of twenty dollars for him; and for a couple of
days, the soldiers, Indians, and all others who had nothing to do,
were scouring the country for him, on horseback, but without effect;
for he was safely concealed, all the time, within fifty rods of the
hide-houses. As soon as he had landed, he went directly to the
Lagoda's hide-house, and a part of her crew, who were living there
on shore, promised to conceal him and his traps until the Pilgrim
should sail, and then to intercede with Captain Bradshaw to take him
on board the ship. Just behind the hide-houses, among the thickets and
underwood, was a small cave, the entrance to which was known only to
two men on the beach, and which was so well concealed that, though,
when I afterwards came to live on shore, it was shown to me two or
three times, I was never able to find it alone. To this cave he was
carried before daybreak in the morning, and supplied with bread and
water, and there remained until he saw us under weigh and well round
the point.
Friday, March 27th. The captain, having given up all hope of finding
F---, and being unwilling to delay any longer, gave orders for
unmooring the ship, and we made sail, dropping slowly down with the
tide and light wind. We left letters with Captain Bradshaw to take
to Boston, and had the satisfaction of hearing him say that he
should be back again before we left the coast. The wind, which was
very light, died away soon after we doubled the point, and we lay
becalmed for two days, not moving three miles the whole time, and a
part of the second day were almost within sight of the vessels. On the
third day, about noon, a cool sea-breeze came rippling and darkening
the surface of the water, and by sundown we were off San Juan's, which
is about forty miles from San Diego, and is called half way to San
Pedro, where we were now bound. Our crew was now considerably
weakened. One man we had lost overboard; another had been taken aft as
clerk; and a third had run away; so that, beside S--- and myself,
there were only three able seamen and one boy of twelve years of
age. With this diminished and discontented crew, and in a small
vessel, we were now to battle the watch through a couple of years of
hard service; yet there was not one who was not glad that F--- had
escaped; for, shiftless and good for nothing as he was, no one could
wish to see him dragging on a miserable life, cowed down and
disheartened; and we were all rejoiced to hear, upon our return to San
Diego, about two months afterwards, that he had been immediately taken
aboard the Lagoda, and went home in her, on regular seaman's wages.
After a slow passage of five days, we arrived, on Wednesday, the
first of April, at our old anchoring ground at San Pedro. The bay
was as deserted, and looked as dreary, as before, and formed no
pleasing contrast with the security and snugness of San Diego, and the
activity and interest which the loading and unloading of four
vessels gave to that scene. In a few days the hides began to come
slowly down, and we got into the old business of rolling goods up
the hill, pitching hides down, and pulling our long league off and on.
Nothing of note occurred while we were lying here, except that an
attempt was made to repair the small Mexican brig which had been
cast away in a south-easter, and which now lay up, high and dry,
over one reef of rocks and two sand-banks. Our carpenter surveyed her,
and pronounced her capable of refitting, and in a few days the
owners came down from the Pueblo, and, waiting for the high spring
tides, with the help of our cables, kedges, and crew, got her off
and afloat, after several trials. The three men at the house on shore,
who had formerly been a part of her crew, now joined her, and seemed
glad enough at the prospect of getting off the coast.
On board our own vessel, things went on in the common monotonous
way. The excitement which immediately followed the flogging scene
had passed off, but the effect of it upon the crew, and especially
upon the two men themselves, remained. The different manner in which
these men were affected, corresponding to their different
characters, was not a little remarkable. John was a foreigner and
high-tempered, and, though mortified, as any one would be at having
had the worst of an encounter, yet his chief feeling seemed to be
anger; and he talked much of satisfaction and revenge, if he ever
got back to Boston. But with the other, it was very different. He
was an American, and had had some education; and this thing coming
upon him, seemed completely to break him down. He had a feeling of the
degradation that had been inflicted upon him, which the other man
was incapable of. Before that, he had a good deal of fun, and amused
us often with queer negro stories,- (he was from a slave state); but
afterwards he seldom smiled; seemed to lose all life and elasticity;
and appeared to have but one wish, and that was for the voyage to be
at an end. I have often known him to draw a long sigh when he was
alone, and he took but little part or interest in John's plans of
satisfaction and retaliation.
After a stay of about a fortnight, during which we slipped for one
south-easter, and were at sea two days, we got under weigh for Santa
Barbara. It was now the middle of April, and the south-easter season
was nearly over; and the light, regular trade-winds, which blow down
the coast, began to set steadily in, during the latter part of each
day. Against these, we beat slowly up to Santa Barbara- a distance of
about ninety miles- in three days. There we found, lying at anchor,
the large Genoese ship which we saw in the same place, on the first
day of our coming upon the coast. She had been up to San Francisco,
or, as it is called, "chock up to windward," had stopped at Monterey
on her way down, and was shortly to proceed to San Pedro and San
Diego, and thence, taking in her cargo, to sail for Valparaiso and
Cadiz. She was a large, clumsy ship, and with her topmasts stayed
forward, and high poop-deck, looked like an old woman with a crippled
back. It was now the close of Lent, and on Good Friday she had all her
yards a'cock-bill, which is customary among Catholic vessels. Some
also have an effigy of Judas, which the crew amuse themselves with
keel-hauling and hanging by the neck from the yard-arms.
CHAPTER XVIII
EASTER SUNDAY--"SAIL HO!"--WHALES--SAN JUAN--ROMANCE OF
HIDE-DROGHING--SAN DIEGO AGAIN
The next Sunday was Easter Sunday, and as there had been no
liberty at San Pedro, it was our turn to go ashore and misspend
another Sabbath. Soon after breakfast, a large boat, filled with men
in blue jackets, scarlet caps, and various colored under-clothes,
bound ashore on liberty, left the Italian ship, and passed under our
stern; the men singing beautiful Italian boatsongs, all the way, in
fine, full chorus. Among the songs I recognized the favorite "O
Pescator dell' onda." It brought back to my mind pianofortes,
drawing-rooms, young ladies singing, and a thousand other things which
as little befitted me, in my situation, to be thinking upon. Supposing
that the whole day would be too long a time to spend ashore, as
there was no place to which we could take a ride, we remained
quietly on board until after dinner. We were then pulled ashore in the
stern of the boat, and, with orders to be on the beach at sundown,
we took our way for the town. There, everything wore the appearance of
a holyday. The people were all dressed in their best; the men riding
about on horseback among the houses, and the women sitting on
carpets before the doors. Under the piazza of a "pulperia," two men
were seated, decked out with knots of ribbons and bouquets, and
playing the violin and the Spanish guitar. These are the only
instruments, with the exception of the drums and trumpets at
Monterey that I ever heard in California; and I suspect they play upon
no others, for at a great fandango at which I was afterwards
present, and where they mustered all the music they could find,
there were three violins and two guitars, and no other instrument.
As it was now too near the middle of the day to see any dancing and
hearing that a bull was expected down from the country, to be baited
in the presidio square, in the course of an hour or two we took a
stroll among the houses. Inquiring for an American who, we had been
told, had married in the place, and kept a shop, we were directed to a
long, low building, at the end of which was a door, with a sign over
it, in Spanish. Entering the shop, we found no one in it, and the
whole had an empty, deserted appearance. In a few minutes the man made
his appearance, and apologized for having nothing to entertain us
with, saying that he had had a fandango at his house the night before,
and the people had eaten and drunk up everything.
"Oh yes!" said I, "Easter holydays!"
"No!" said he, with a singular expression to his face; "I had a
little daughter die the other day, and that's the custom of the
country."
Here I felt a little strangely, not knowing what to say, or
whether to offer consolation or no, and was beginning to retire,
when he opened a side door and told us to walk in. Here I was no
less astonished; for I found a large room, filled with young girls,
from three or four years of age up to fifteen and sixteen, dressed all
in white, with wreaths of flowers on their heads, and bouquets in
their hands. Following our conductor through all these girls, who were
playing about in high spirits, we came to a table, at the end of the
room, covered with a white cloth, on which lay a coffin, about three
feet long, with the body of his child. The coffin was lined on the
outside with white cloth, and on the inside with white satin, and
was strewed with flowers. Through an open door we saw, in another
room, a few elderly people in common dresses; while the benches and
tables thrown up in a corner, and the stained walls, gave evident
signs of the last night's "high go." Feeling, like Garrick, between
tragedy and comedy, an uncertainty of purpose and a little
awkwardness, I asked the man when the funeral would take place, and
being told that it would move toward the mission in about an hour,
took my leave.
To pass away the time, we took horses and rode down to the beach,
and there found three or four Italian sailors, mounted, and riding
up and down, on the hard sand, at a furious rate. We joined them,
and found it fine sport. The beach gave us a stretch of a mile or
more, and the horses flew over the smooth, hard sand, apparently
invigorated and excited by the salt sea-breeze, and by the continual
roar and dashing of the breakers. From the beach we returned to the
town, and finding that the funeral procession had moved, rode on and
overtook it, about half-way to the mission. Here was as peculiar a
sight as we had seen before in the house; the one looking as much like
a funeral procession as the other did like a house of mourning. The
little coffin was borne by eight girls, who were continually
relieved by others, running forward from the procession and taking
their places. Behind it came a straggling company of girls, dressed as
before, in white and flowers, and including, I should suppose by their
numbers, nearly all the girls between five and fifteen in the place.
They played along on the way, frequently stopping and running all
together to talk to some one, or to pick up a flower, and then running
on again to overtake the coffin. There were a few elderly women in
common colors; and a herd of young men and boys, some on foot and
others mounted, followed them, or walked or rode by their side,
frequently interrupting them by jokes and questions. But the most
singular thing of all was, that two men walked, one on each side of
the coffin, carrying muskets in the coffin, which they continually
loaded, and fired into the air. Whether this was to keep off the evil
spirits or not, I do not know. It was the only interpretation that I
could put upon it.
As we drew near the mission, we saw the great gate thrown open,
and the padre standing on the steps, with a crucifix in hand. The
mission is a large and deserted-looking place, the out-buildings going
to ruin, and everything giving one the impression of decayed grandeur.
A large stone fountain threw out pure water, from four mouths, into
a basin, before the church door; and we were on the point of riding up
to let our horses drink, when it occurred to us that it might be
consecrated, and we forbore. Just at this moment, the bells set up
their harsh, discordant clang; and the procession moved into the
court. I was anxious to follow, and see the ceremony, but the horse of
one of my companions had become frightened, and was tearing off toward
the town; and having thrown his rider, and got one of his feet
caught in the saddle, which had slipped, was fast dragging and ripping
it to pieces. Knowing that my shipmate could not speak a word of
Spanish, and fearing that he would get into difficulty, I was
obliged to leave the ceremony and ride after him. I soon overtook him,
trudging along, swearing at the horse, and carrying the remains of the
saddle, which he had picked up on the road. Going to the owner of
the horse, we made a settlement with him, and found him surprisingly
liberal. All parts of the saddle were brought back, and, being capable
of repair, he was satisfied with six reals. We thought it would have
been a few dollars. We pointed to the horse, which was now half way up
one of the mountains; but he shook his head, saying, "No importer" and
giving us to understand that he had plenty more.
Having returned to the town, we saw a great crowd collected in the
square before the principal pulperia, and riding up, found that all
these people- men, women, and children- had been drawn together by a
couple of bantam cocks. The cocks were in full tilt, springing into
one another, and the people were as eager, laughing and shouting, as
though the combatants had been men. There had been a disappointment
about the bull; he had broken his bail, and taken himself off, and
it was too late to get another; so the people were obliged to put up
with a cock-fight. One of the bantams having been knocked in the head,
and had an eye put out, he gave in, and two monstrous prize-cocks were
brought on. These were the object of the whole affair; the two bantams
having been merely served up as a first course, to collect the
people together. Two fellows came into the ring holding the cocks in
their arms, and stroking them, and running about on all fours,
encouraging and setting them on. Bets ran high, and, like most other
contests, it remained for some time undecided. They both showed
great pluck, and fought probably better and longer than their
masters would have done. Whether, in the end, it was the white or
the red that beat, I do not recollect; but, whichever it was, he
strutted off with the true veni-vidi-vici look, leaving the other
lying panting on his beam-ends.
This matter having been settled, we heard some talk about "caballos"
and "carrera," and seeing the people all streaming off in one
direction, we followed, and came upon a level piece of ground, just
out of the town, which was used as a race-course. Here the crowd
soon became thick again; the ground was marked off; the judges
stationed; and the horses led up to one end. Two fine-looking old
gentlemen- Don Carlos and Don Domingo, so called- held the stakes,
and all was now ready. We waited some time, during which we could just
see the horses twisting round and turning, until, at length, there was
a shout along the lines, and on they came- heads stretched out and
eyes starting;- working all over, both man and beast. The steeds came
by us like a couple of chainshot- neck and neck; and now we could see
nothing but their backs, and their hind hoofs flying in the air. As
fast as the horses passed, the crowd broke up behind them, and ran
to the goal. When we got there, we found the horses returning on a
slow walk, having run far beyond the mark, and heard that the long,
bony one had come in head and shoulders before the other. The riders
were light-built men; had handkerchiefs tied round their heads; and
were barearmed and bare-legged. The horses were noble-looking
beasts, not so sleek and combed as our Boston stable-horses, but
with fine limbs, and spirited eyes. After this had been settled, and
fully talked over, the crowd scattered again and flocked back to the
town.
Returning to the large pulperia, we found the violin and guitar
screaming and twanging away under the piazza, where they had been
all day. As it was now sundown, there began to be some dancing. The
Italian sailors danced, and one of our crew exhibited himself in a
sort of West India shuffle, much to the amusement of the bystanders,
who cried out, "Bravo!" "Otra vez!" and "Vivan los marineros!" but the
dancing did not become general, as the women and the "gente de
razon" had not yet made their appearance. We wished very much to
stay and see the style of dancing; but, although we had had our own
way during the day, yet we were, after all, but 'foremast Jacks; and
having been ordered to be on the beach by sundown, did not venture
to be more than an hour behind the time; so we took our way down. We
found the boat just pulling ashore through the breakers, which were
running high, there having been a heavy fog outside, which, from
some cause or other, always brings on, or precedes a heavy sea.
Liberty-men are privileged from the time they leave the vessel until
they step on board again; so we took our places in the stern sheets,
and were congratulating ourselves upon getting off dry, when a great
comber broke fore and aft the boat, and wet us through and through,
filling the boat half full of water. Having lost her buoyancy by the
weight of the water, she dropped heavily into every sea that struck
her, and by the time we had pulled out of the surf into deep water,
she was but just afloat, and we were up to our knees. By the help of a
small bucket and our hats, we bailed her out, got on board, hoisted
the boats, eat our supper, changed our clothes, gave (as is usual) the
whole history of our day's adventures to those who had staid on board,
and having taken a night-smoke, turned-in. Thus ended our second day's
liberty on shore.
On Monday morning, as an offset to our day's sport, we were all
set to work "tarring down" the rigging. Some got girt-lines up for
riding down the stays and back-stays, and others tarred the shrouds,
lifts, etc., laying out on the yards, and coming down the rigging.
We overhauled our bags and took out our old tarry trowsers and frocks,
which we had used when we tarred down before, and were all at work
in the rigging by sunrise. After breakfast, we had the satisfaction of
seeing the Italian ship's boat go ashore, filled with men, gaily
dressed, as on the day before, and singing their barcarollas. The
Easter holydays are kept up on shore during three days; and being a
Catholic vessel, the crew had the advantage of them. For two
successive days, while perched up in the rigging, covered with tar and
engaged in our disagreeable work, we saw these fellows going ashore in
the morning, and coming off again at night, in high spirits. So much
for being Protestants. There's no danger of Catholicism's spreading in
New England; Yankees can't afford the time to be Catholics. American
shipmasters get nearly three weeks more labor out of their crews, in
the course of a year, than the masters of vessels from Catholic
countries. Yankees don't keep Christmas, and shipmasters at sea
never know when Thanksgiving comes, so Jack has no festival at all.
About noon, a man aloft called out "Sail ho!" and looking round,
we saw the head sails of a vessel coming round the point. As she
drew round, she showed the broadside of a full-rigged brig, with the
Yankee ensign at her peak. We ran up our stars and stripes, and,
knowing that there was no American brig on the coast but ourselves,
expected to have news from home. She rounded-to and let go her anchor,
but the dark faces on her yards, when they furled the sails, and the
Babel on deck, soon made known that she was from the Islands.
Immediately afterwards, a boat's crew came aboard, bringing her
skipper, and from them we learned that she was from Oahu, and was
engaged in the same trade with the Ayacucho, Loriotte, etc., between
the coast, the Sandwich Islands, and the leeward coast of Peru and
Chili. Her captain and officers were Americans, and also a part of her
crew; the rest were Islanders. She was called the Catalina, and,
like all the others vessels in that trade, except the Ayacucho, her
papers and colors were from Uncle Sam. They, of course, brought us
no news, and we were doubly disappointed, for we had thought, at
first, it might be the ship which we were expecting from Boston.
After lying here about a fortnight, and collecting all the hides the
place afforded, we set sail again for San Pedro. There we found the
brig which we had assisted in getting off lying at anchor, with a
mixed crew of Americans, English, Sandwich Islanders, Spaniards, and
Spanish Indians; and, though much smaller than we, yet she had three
times the number of men; and she needed them, for her officers were
Californians. No vessels in the world go so poorly manned as
American and English; and none do so well. A Yankee brig of that
size would have had a crew of four men, and would have worked round
and round her. The Italian ship had a crew of thirty men; nearly three
times as many as the Alert, which was afterwards on the coast, and was
of the same size; yet the Alert would get under weigh and come-to in
half the time, and get two anchors, while they were all talking at
once- jabbering like a parcel of "Yahoos," and running about decks to
find their cat-block.
There was only one point in which they had the advantage over us,
and that was in lightening their labors in the boats by their songs.
The Americans are a time and money saving people, but have not yet, as
a nation, learned that music may be "turned to account." We pulled the
long distances to and from the shore, with our loaded boats, without a
word spoken, and with discontented looks, while they not only
lightened the labor of rowing, but actually made it pleasant and
cheerful, by their music. So true is it, that--
"For the tired slave, song lifts the languid oar,
And bids it aptly fall, with chime
That beautifies the fairest shore,
And mitigates the harshest clime."
We lay about a week in San Pedro, and got under weigh for San Diego,
intending to stop at San Juan, as the south-easter season was nearly
over, and there was little or no danger.
This being the spring season, San Pedro, as well as all the other
open ports upon the coast, was filled with whales, that had come in to
make their annual visit upon soundings. For the first few days that we
were here and at Santa Barbara, we watched them with great
interest- calling out "there she blows!" every time we saw the spout
of one breaking the surface of the water; but they soon became so
common that we took little notice of them. They often "broke" very
near us; and one thick, foggy night, during a dead calm, while I was
standing anchor-watch, one of them rose so near, that he struck our
cable, and made all surge again. He did not seem to like the encounter
much himself, for he sheered off, and spouted at a good distance. We
once came very near running one down in the gig, and should probably
have been knocked to pieces and blown sky-high. We had been on board
the little Spanish brig, and were returning, stretching out well at
our oars, the little boat going like a swallow; our backs were
forward, (as is always the case in pulling,) and the captain, who
was steering, was not looking ahead, when, all at once, we heard the
spout of a whale directly ahead. "Back water! back water, for your
lives!" shouted the captain; and we backed our blades in the water and
brought the boat to in a smother of foam. Turning our heads, we saw
a great, rough, hump-backed whale, slowly crossing our fore foot,
within three or four yards of the boat's stem. Had we not backed water
just as we did, we should inevitably have gone smash upon him,
striking him with our stem just about amidships. He took no notice
of us, but passed slowly on, and dived a few yards beyond us, throwing
his tail high in the air. He was so near that we had a perfect view of
him and as may be supposed, had no desire to see him nearer. He was
a disgusting creature; with a skin rough, hairy, and of an iron-grey
color. This kind differs much from the sperm, in color and skin, and
is said to be fiercer. We saw a few sperm whales; but most of the
whales that come upon the coast are fin-backs, hump -backs, and
right whales, which are more difficult to take, and are said not to
give oil enough to pay for the trouble. For this reason whale-ships do
not come upon the coast after them. Our captain, together with Captain
Nye of the Loriotte, who had been in a whale-ship, thought of making
an attempt upon one of them with two boats' crews, but as we had
only two harpoons and no proper lines, they gave it up.
During the months of March, April, and May, these whales appear in
great numbers in the open ports of Santa Barbara, San Pedro, etc., and
hover off the coast, while a few find their way into the close harbors
of San Diego and Monterey. They are all off again before midsummer,
and make their appearance on the "off-shore ground." We saw some
fine "schools" of sperm whales, which are easily distinguished by
their spout, blowing away, a few miles to windward, on our passage
to San Juan.
Coasting along on the quiet shore of the Pacific, we came to anchor,
in twenty fathoms' water, almost out at sea, as it were, and
directly abreast of a steep hill which overhung the water, and was
twice as high as our royal-mast-head. We had heard much of this place,
from the Lagoda's crew, who said it was the worst place in California.
The shore is rocky, and directly exposed to the south-east, so so that
vessels are obliged to slip and run for their lives on the first
sign of a gale; and late as it was in the season, we got up our
slip-rope and gear, though we meant to stay only twenty-four hours. We
pulled the agent ashore, and were ordered to wait for him, while he
took a circuitous way round the hill to the mission, which was hidden
behind it. We were glad of the opportunity to examine this singular
place, and hauling the boat up and making her well fast, took
different directions up and down the beach, to explore it.
San Juan is the only romantic spot in California. The country here
for several miles is high table-land, running boldly to the shore, and
breaking off in a steep hill, at the foot of which the waters of the
Pacific are constantly dashing. For several miles the water washes the
very base of the hill, or breaks upon ledges and fragments of rocks
which run out into the sea. Just where we landed was a small cove,
or "bight," which gave us, at high tide, a few square feet of
sand-beach between the sea and the bottom of the hill. This was the
only landing-place. Directly before us, rose the perpendicular
height of four or five hundred feet. How we were to get hides down, or
goods up, upon the table-land on which the mission was situated, was
more than we could tell. The agent had taken a long circuit, and yet
had frequently to jump over breaks, and climb up steep places, in
the ascent. No animal but a man or monkey could get up it. However,
that was not our look-out; and knowing that the agent would be gone an
hour or more, we strolled about, picking up shells, and following
the sea where it tumbled in, roaring and spouting, among the
crevices of the great rocks. What a sight, thought I, must this be
in a south-easter! The rocks were as large as those of Nahant or
Newport, but, to my eye, more grand and broken. Beside, there was a
grandeur in everything around, which gave almost a solemnity to the
scene: a silence and solitariness which affected everything! Not a
human being but ourselves for miles; and no sound heard but the
pulsations of the great Pacific! and the great steep hill rising
like a wall, and cutting us off from all the world, but the "world
of waters!" I separated myself from the rest and sat down on a rock,
just where the sea ran in and formed a fine spouting horn. Compared
with the plain, dull sand-beach of the rest of the coast, this
grandeur was as refreshing as a great rock in a weary land. It was
almost the first time that I had been positively alone- free from the
sense that human beings were at my elbow, if not talking with me-
since I had left home. My better nature returned strong upon me.
Everything was in accordance with my state of feeling, and I
experienced a glow of pleasure at finding that what of poetry and
romance I ever had in me, had not been entirely deadened by the
laborious and frittering life I had led. Nearly an hour did I sit,
almost lost in the luxury of this entire new scene of the play in
which I had been so long acting, when I was aroused by the distant
shouts of my companions, and saw that they were collecting together,
as the agent had made his appearance, on his way back to our boat.
We pulled aboard, and found the long-boat hoisted out, and nearly
laden with goods; and after dinner, we all went on shore in the
quarter-boat, with the long-boat in tow. As we drew in, we found an
ox-cart and a couple of men standing directly on the brow of the hill;
and having landed, the captain took his way round the hill, ordering
me and one other to follow him. We followed, picking our way out,
and jumping and scrambling up, walking over briers and prickly
pears, until we came to the top. Here the country stretched out for
miles as far as the eye could reach, on a level, table surface; and
the only habitation in sight was the small white mission of San Juan
Capistrano, with a few Indian huts about it, standing in a small
hollow, about a mile from where we were. Reaching the brow of the hill
where the cart stood, we found several piles of hides, and Indians
sitting round them. One or two other carts were coming slowly on
from the mission, and the captain told us to begin and throw the hides
down. This, then, was the way they were to be got down: thrown down,
one at a time, a distance of four hundred feet! This was doing the
business on a great scale. Standing on the edge of the hill and
looking down the perpendicular height, the sailors,
--That walk upon the beach,
Appeared like mice; and our tall anchoring bark
Diminished to her cock; her cock a buoy
Almost too small for sight."
Down this height we pitched the hides, throwing them as far out into
the air as we could; and as they were all large, stiff, and doubled,
like the cover of a book, the wind took them, and they swayed and
eddied about, plunging and rising in the air, like a kite when it
has broken its string. As it was now low tide, there was no danger
of their falling into the water, and as fast as they came to ground,
the men below picked them up, and taking them on their heads, walked
off with them to the boat. It was really a picturesque sight: the
great height; the scaling of the hides; and the continual walking to
and fro of the men, who looked like mites, on the beach! This was
the romance of hide-droghing!
Some of the hides lodged in cavities which were under the bank and
out of our sight, being directly under us; but by sending others
down in the same direction, we succeeded in dislodging them. Had
they remained there, the captain said he should have sent on board for
a couple of pairs of long halyards, and got some one to have gone down
for them. It was said that one of the crew of an English brig went
down in the same way, a few years before. We looked over, and
thought it would not be a welcome task, especially for a few paltry
hides; but no one knows what he can do until he is called upon; for,
six months afterwards, I went down the same place by a pair of
top-gallant studding-sail halyards, to save a half a dozen hides which
had lodged there.
Having thrown them all down, we took our way back again, and found
the boat loaded and ready to start. We pulled off; took the hides
all aboard; hoisted in the boats; hove up our anchor; made sail; and
before sundown, were on our way to San Diego.
Friday, May 8th, 1835. Arrived at San Diego. Here we found the
little harbor deserted. The Lagoda, Ayacucho, Loriotte, and all, had
left the coast, and we were nearly alone. All the hide-houses on the
beach, but ours, were shut up, and the Sandwich Islanders, a dozen
or twenty in number, who had worked for the other vessels and been
paid off when they sailed, were living on the beach, keeping up a
grand carnival. A Russian discovery-ship which had been in this port a
few years before, had built a large oven for baking bread, and went
away, leaving it standing. This, the Sandwich Islanders took
possession of, and had kept, ever since, undisturbed. It was big
enough to hold six or eight men- that is, it was as large as a ship's
forecastle; had a door at the side, and a vent-hole at top. They
covered it with Oahu mats, for a carpet; stopped up the venthole in
bad weather, and made it their head-quarters. It was now inhabited
by as many as a dozen or twenty men, who lived there in complete
idleness- drinking, playing cards, and carousing in every way. They
bought a bullock once a week, which kept them in meat, and one of them
went up to the town every day to get fruit, liquor, and provisions.
Besides this, they had bought a cask of ship-bread, and a barrel of
flour from the Lagoda, before she sailed. There they lived, having a
grand time, and caring for nobody. Captain T--- was anxious to get
three or four of them to come on board the Pilgrim, as we were so much
diminished in numbers; and went up to the oven and spent an hour or
two trying to negotiate with them. One of them,- a finely built,
active, strong and intelligent fellow,- who was a sort of king
among them, acted as spokesman. He was called Mannini,- or rather, out
of compliment to his known importance and influence, Mr.
Mannini- and was known all over California. Through him, the captain
offered them fifteen dollars a month, and one month's pay in
advance; but it was like throwing pearls before swine, or rather,
carrying coals to Newcastle. So long as they had money, they would not
work for fifty dollars a month, and when their money was gone, they
would work for ten.
"What do you do here, Mr. Mannini?"* said the captain.
*The letter i in the Sandwich Island language is sounded like e in the
English.
"Oh, we play cards, get drunk, smoke- do anything we're a mind to."
"Don't you want to come aboard and work?"
"Aole! aole make make makou i ka hana. Now, got plenty money; no
good, work. Mamule, money pau- all gone. Ah! very good, work!- maikai,
hana hana nui!"
"But you'll spend all your money in this way," said the captain.
"Aye! me know that. By-'em-by money pau- all gone; then Kanaka
work plenty."
This was a hopeless case, and the captain left them, to wait
patiently until their money was gone.
We discharged our hides and tallow, and in about a week were ready
to set sail again for the windward. We unmoored, and got everything
ready, when the captain made another attempt upon the oven. This
time he had more regard to the "mollia tempora fandi," and succeeded
very well. He got Mr. Mannini in his interest, and as the shot was
getting low in the locker, prevailed upon him and three others to come
on board with their chests and baggage, and sent a hasty summons to me
and the boy to come ashore with our things, and join the gang at the
hide-house. This was unexpected to me; but anything in the way of
variety I liked; so we got ready, and were pulled ashore. I stood on
the beach while the brig got under weigh, and watched her until she
rounded the point, and then went up to the hide-house to take up my
quarters for a few months.
CHAPTER XIX
THE SANDWICH ISLANDERS--HIDE-CURING--WOOD-CUTTING--
RATTLE-SNAKES--NEW-COMERS
Here was a change in my life as complete as it had been sudden. In
the twinkling of an eye, I was transformed from a sailor into a
"beach-comber" and a hide-curer; yet the novelty and the comparative
independence of the life were not unpleasant. Our hide-house was a
large building, made of rough boards, and intended to hold forty
thousand hides. In one corner of it, a small room was parted off, in
which four berths were made, where we were to live, with mother earth
for our floor. It contained a table, a small locker for pots, spoons,
plates, etc., and a small hole cut to let in the light. Here we put
our chests, threw our bedding into the berths, and took up our
quarters. Over our head was another small room, in which Mr. Russell
lived, who had charge of the hide-house; the same man who was for a
time an officer of the Pilgrim. There he lived in solitary grandeur;
eating and sleeping alone, (and these were his principal occupations,)
and communing with his own dignity. The boy was to act as cook; while
myself, a giant of a Frenchman named Nicholas, and four Sandwich
Islanders, were to cure the hides. Sam, the Frenchman, and myself,
lived together in the room, and the four Sandwich Islanders worked
and ate with us, but generally slept at the oven. My new messmate,
Nicholas, was the most immense man that I had ever seen in my life.
He came on the coast in a vessel which was afterwards wrecked, and
now let himself out to the different houses to cure hides. He was
considerably over six feet, and of a frame so large that he might
have been shown for a curiosity. But the most remarkable thing about
him was his feet. They were so large that he could not find a pair of
shoes in California to fit him, and was obliged to send to Oahu for a
pair; and when he got them, he was compelled to wear them down at the
heel. He told me once, himself, that he was wrecked in an American
brig on the Goodwin Sands, and was sent up to London, to the charge
of the American consul, without clothing to his back or shoes to his
feet, and was obliged to go about London streets in his stocking feet
three or four days, in the month of January, until the consul could
have a pair of shoes made for him. His strength was in proportion to
his size, and his ignorance to his strength- "strong as an ox, and
ignorant as strong." He neither knew how to read nor write. He had
been to sea from a boy, and had seen all kinds of service, and been
in every kind of vessel: merchantmen, men-of-war, privateers, and
slavers; and from what I could gather from his accounts of himself,
and from what he once told me, in confidence, after we had become
better acquainted, he had even been in worse business than
slave-trading. He was once tried for his life in Charleston, South
Carolina, and though acquitted, yet he was so frightened that he
never would show himself in the United States again; and I could not
persuade him that he could never be tried a second time for the same
offence. He said he had got safe off from the breakers, and was too
good a sailor to risk his timbers again.
Though I knew what his life had been, yet I never had the
slightest fear of him. We always got along very well together, and,
though so much stronger and larger than I, he showed a respect for
my education, and for what he had heard of my situation before
coming to sea. "I'll be good friends with you," he used to say, "for
by-and-by you'll come out here captain, and then you'll haze me well!"
By holding well together, we kept the officer in good order, for he
was evidently afraid of Nicholas, and never ordered us, except when
employed upon the hides. My other companions, the Sandwich
Islanders, deserve particular notice.
A considerable trade has been carried on for several years between
California and the Sandwich Islands, and most of the vessels are
manned with Islanders; who, as they, for the most part, sign no
articles, leave whenever they choose, and let themselves out to cure
hides at San Diego, and to supply the places of the men of the
American vessels while on the coast. In this way, quite a colony of
them had become settled at San Diego, as their headquarters. Some of
these had recently gone off in the Ayacucho and Loriotte, and the
Pilgrim had taken Mr. Mannini and three others, so that there were not
more than twenty left. Of these, four were on pay at the Ayacucho's
house, four more working with us, and the rest were living at the oven
in a quiet way; for their money was nearly gone, and they must make it
last until some other vessel came down to employ them.
During the four months that I lived here, I got well acquainted with
all of them, and took the greatest pains to become familiar with their
language, habits, and characters. Their language, I could only
learn, orally, for they had not any books among them, though many of
them had been taught to read and write by the missionaries at home.
They spoke a little English, and by a sort of compromise, a mixed
language was used on the beach, which could be understood by all.
The long name of Sandwich Islanders is dropped, and they are called by
the whites, all over the Pacific ocean, "Kanakas," from a word in
their own language which they apply to themselves, and to all South
Sea Islanders, in distinction from whites, whom they call "Haole."
This name, "Kanaka," they answer to, both collectively and
individually. Their proper names, in their own language, being
difficult to pronounce and remember, they are called by any names
which the captains or crews may choose to give them. Some are called
after the vessel they are in; others by common names, as Jack, Tom,
Bill; and some have fancy names, as Ban-yan, Fore-top, Rope-yarn,
Pelican, etc., etc. Of the four who worked at our house one was
named "Mr. Bingham," after the missionary at Oahu; another, Hope,
after a vessel that he had been in; a third, Tom Davis, the name of
his first captain; and the fourth, Pelican, from his fancied
resemblance to that bird. Then there was Lagoda-Jack, California-Bill,
etc., etc. But by whatever names they might be called, they were the
most interesting, intelligent, and kindhearted people that I ever fell
in with. I felt a positive attachment for almost all of them; and many
of them I have, to this time, a feeling for, which would lead me to go
a great way for the mere pleasure of seeing them, and which will
always make me feel a strong interest in the mere name of a Sandwich
Islander.
Tom Davis knew how to read, write, and cipher in common
arithmetic; had been to the United States, and spoke English quite
well. His education was as good as that of three-quarters of the
Yankees in California, and his manners and principles a good deal
better, and he was so quick of apprehension that he might have been
taught navigation, and the elements of many of the sciences, with
the most perfect ease. Old "Mr. Bingham" spoke very little
English- almost none, and neither knew how to read nor write; but he
was the besthearted old fellow in the world. He must have been over
fifty years of age, and had two of his front teeth knocked out,
which was done by his parents as a sign of grief at the death of
Kamehameha, the great king of the Sandwich Islands. We used to tell
him that he ate Captain Cook, and lost his teeth in that way. That was
the only thing that ever made him angry. He would always be quite
excited at that; and say- "Aole!" (no.) "Me no eat Captain Cook! Me
pikinini- small- so high- no more! My father see Captain Cook! Me-
no!" None of them liked to have anything said about Captain Cook, for
the sailors all believe that he was eaten, and that, they cannot
endure to be taunted with.- "New Zealand Kanaka eat white man;-
Sandwich Island Kanaka,- no. Sandwich Island Kanaka ua like pu na
haole- all 'e same a' you!"
Mr. Bingham was a sort of patriarch among them, and was always
treated with great respect, though he had not the education and energy
which gave Mr. Mannini his power over them. I have spent hours in
talking with this old fellow about Kamehameha, the Charlemagne of
the Sandwich Islands; his son and successor Riho Riho, who died in
England, and was brought to Oahu in the frigate Blonde, Captain Lord
Byron, and whose funeral he remembered perfectly; and also about the
customs of his country in his boyhood, and the changes which had
been made by the missionaries. He never would allow that human
beings had been eaten there; and, indeed, it always seemed like an
insult to tell so affectionate, intelligent, and civilized a class
of men, that such barbarities had been practised in their own
country within the recollection of many of them. Certainly, the
history of no people on the globe can show anything like so rapid an
advance. I would have trusted my life and my fortune in the hands of
any one of these people; and certainly had I wished for a favor or act
of sacrifice, I would have gone to them all, in turn, before I
should have applied to one of my own countrymen on the coast, and
should have expected to have seen it done, before my own countrymen
had got half through counting the cost. Their costumes, and manner
of treating one another, show a simple, primitive generosity, which is
truly delightful; and which is often a reproach to our own people.
Whatever one has, they all have. Money, food, clothes, they share with
one another; even to the last piece of tobacco to put in their
pipes. I once heard old Mr. Bingham say, with the highest indignation,
a Yankee trader who was trying to persuade him to keep his money to
himself- "No! We no all same a' you!- Suppose one got money, all got
money. You;- suppose one got money- lock him up in chest.- No
good!"- "Kanaka all 'e same a' one!" This principle they carry so far,
that none of them will eat anything in the sight of others without
offering it all round. I have seen one of them break a biscuit,
which had been given him, into five parts, at a time when I knew he
was on a very short allowance, as there was but little to eat on the
beach.
My favorite among all of them, and one who was liked by both
officers and men, and by whomever he had anything to do with, was
Hope. He was an intelligent, kind-hearted little fellow, and I never
saw him angry, though I knew him for more than a year, and have seen
him imposed upon by white people, and abused by insolent officers of
vessels. He was always civil, and always ready, and never forgot a
benefit. I once took care of him when he was in, getting medicines
from the ship's chests, when no captain or officer would do anything
for him, and he never forgot it. Every Kanaka has one particular
friend, whom he considers himself bound to do everything for, and with
whom he has a sort of contracts- an alliance offensive and
defensive,- and for whom he will often make the greatest sacrifices.
This friend they call aikane; and for such did Hope adopt me. I do not
believe I could have wanted anything which he had, that he would not
have given me. In return for this, I was always his friend among the
Americans, and used to teach him letters and numbers; for he left home
before he had learned how to read. He was very curious about Boston
(as they call the United States); asking many questions about the
houses, the people, etc., and always wished to have the pictures in
books explained to him. They were all astonishingly quick in
catching at explanations, and many things which I had thought it
utterly impossible to make them understand, they often seized in an
instant, and asked questions which showed that they knew enough to
make them wish to go farther. The pictures of steamboats and
railroad cars, in the columns of some newspapers which I had, gave
me great difficulty to explain. The grading of the road, the rails,
the construction of the carriages, they could easily understand, but
the motion produced by steam was a little too refined for them. I
attempted to show it to them once by an experiment upon the cook's
coppers, but failed; probably as much from my own ignorance as from
their want of apprehension; and, I have no doubt, left them with about
as clear idea of the principle as I had myself. This difficulty, of
course, existed in the same force with the steamboats and all I
could do was to give them some account of the results, in the shape of
speed; for, failing in the reason, I had to fall back upon the fact.
In my account of the speed I was supported by Tom, who had been to
Nantucket, and seen a little steamboat which ran over to New Bedford.
A map of the world, which I once showed them, kept their attention
for hours; those who knew how to read pointing out the places and
referring to me for the distances. I remember being much amused with a
question which Hope asked me. Pointing to the large irregular place
which is always left blank round the poles, to denote that it is
undiscovered, he looked up and asked- "Pau?" (Done? ended?)
The system of naming the streets and numbering the houses, they
easily understood, and the utility of it. They had a great desire to
see America, but were afraid of doubling Cape Horn, for they suffer
much in cold weather, and had heard dreadful accounts of the Cape,
from those of their number who had been round it.
They smoke a great deal, though not much at a time; using pipes with
large bowls, and very short stems, or no stems at all. These, they
light, and putting them to their mouths, take a long draught,
getting their mouths as full as they can hold, and their cheeks
distended, and then let it slowly out through their mouths and
nostrils. The pipe is then passed to others, who draw, in the same
manner, one pipe-full serving for half a dozen. They never take short,
continuous draughts, like Europeans, but one of these "Oahu puffs," as
the sailors call them, serves for an hour or two, until some one
else lights his pipe, and it is passed round in the same manner.
Each Kanaka on the beach had a pine, flint, steel, tinder, a hand of
tobacco, and a jack-knife, which he always carried about with him.
That which strikes a stranger most peculiarly is their style of
singing. They run on, in a low, guttural, monotonous sort of chant,
their lips and tongues seeming hardly to move, and the sounds
modulated solely in the throat. There is very little tune to it, and
the words, so far as I could learn, are extempore. They sing about
persons and things which are around them, and adopt this method when
they do not wish to be understood by any but themselves; and it is
very effectual, for with the most careful attention I never could
detect a word that I knew. I have often heard Mr. Mannini, who was the
most noted improvisatore among them, sing for an hour together, when
at work in the midst of Americans and Englishmen; and, by the
occasional shouts and laughter of the Kanakas, who were at a distance,
it was evident that he was singing about the different men that he was
at work with. They have great powers of ridicule, and are excellent
mimics; many of them discovering and imitating the peculiarities of
our own people, before we had seen them ourselves.
These were the people with whom I was to spend a few months; and
who, with the exception of the officer, Nicholas the Frenchman, and
the boy, made the whole population of the beach. I ought, perhaps,
to except the dogs, for they were an important part of our settlement.
Some of the first vessels brought dogs out with them, who, for
convenience, were left ashore, and there multiplied, until they came
to be a great people. While I was on the beach, the average number was
about forty, and probably an equal, or greater number are drowned,
or killed in some other way, every year. They are very useful in
guarding the beach, the Indians being afraid to come down at night;
for it was impossible for any one to get within half a mile of the
hide-houses without a general alarm. The father of the colony, old
Sachem, so called from the ship in which he was brought out, died
while I was there, full of years, and was honorably buried. Hogs,
and a few chickens, were the rest of the animal tribe, and formed,
like the dogs, a common company, though they were an known and marked,
and usually fed at the houses to which they belonged.
I had been but a few hours on the beach, and the Pilgrim was
hardly out of sight, when the cry of "Sail ho!" was raised, and a
small hermaphrodite brig rounded the point, bore up into the harbor,
and came to anchor. It was the Mexican brig Fazio, which we had left
at San Pedro, and which had come down to land her tallow, try it all
over, and make new bags, and then take it in, and leave the coast.
They moored ship, erected their try-works on shore, put up a small
tent, in which they all lived, and commenced operations. They made
an addition to our society, and we spent many evenings in their
tent, where, amid the Babel of English, Spanish, French, Indian, and
Kanaka, we found some words that we could understand in common.
The morning after my landing, I began the duties of hide-curing.
In order to understand these, it will be necessary to give the whole
history of a hide, from the time it is taken from a bullock until it
is put on board the vessel to be carried to Boston. When the hide is
taken from the bullock, holes are cut round it, near the edge, by
which it is staked out to dry. In this manner it dries without
shrinking. After they are thus dried in the sun, they are received
by the vessels, and brought down to the depot at San Diego. The
vessels land them, and leave them in large piles near the houses.
Then begins the hide-curer's duty. The first thing is to put them in
soak. This is done by carrying them down at low tide, and making
them fast, in small piles, by ropes, and letting the tide come up
and cover them. Every day we put in soak twenty-five for each man,
which, with us, made an hundred and fifty. There they lie
forty-eight hours, when they are taken out, and rolled up, in
wheelbarrows, and thrown into the vats. These vats contain brine, made
very strong; being sea-water, with great quantities of salt thrown in.
This pickles the hides, and in this they lie forty-eight hours; the
use of the sea-water, into which they are first put, being merely to
soften and clean them. From these vats, they are taken, and lie on a
platform twenty-four hours, and then are spread upon the ground, and
carefully stretched and staked out, so that they may dry smooth. After
they were staked, and while yet wet and soft, we used to go upon
them with our knives, and carefully cut off all the bad parts:- the
pieces of meat and fat, which would corrupt and infect the whole if
stowed away in a vessel for many months, the large flippers, the ears,
and all other parts which would prevent close stowage. This was the
most difficult part of our duty: as it required much skill to take
everything necessary off and not to cut or injure the hide. It was
also a long process, as six of us had to clean an hundred and fifty,
most of which required a great deal to be done to them, as the
Spaniards are very careless in skinning their cattle. Then, too, as we
cleaned them while they were staked out, we were obliged to kneel down
upon them, which always gives beginners the back-ache. The first
day, I was so slow and awkward that I cleaned only eight; at the end
of a few days I doubled my number; and in a fortnight or three
weeks, could keep up with the others, and clean my proportion-
twenty-five.
This cleaning must be got through with before noon; for by that time
they get too dry. After the sun has been upon them a few hours, they
are carefully gone over with scrapers, to get off all the grease which
the sun brings out. This being done, the stakes are pulled up, and the
hides carefully doubled, with the hair side out, and left to dry.
About the middle of the afternoon they are turned upon the other side,
and at sundown piled up and covered over. The next day they are spread
out and opened again, and at night, if fully dry, are thrown upon a
long, horizontal pole, five at a time, and beat with flails. This
takes all the dust from them. Then, being salted, scraped, cleaned,
dried, and beaten, they are stowed away in the house. Here ends
their history, except that they are taken out again when the vessel is
ready to go home, beaten, stowed away on board, carried to Boston,
tanned, made into shoes and other articles for which leather is
used; and many of them, very probably, in the end, brought back
again to California the shape of shoes, and worn out in pursuit of
other bullocks, or in the curing of other hides.
By putting an hundred and fifty in soak every day, we had the same
number at each stage of curing, on each day; so that we had, everyday,
the same work to do upon the same number: an hundred and fifty to
put in soak; an hundred and fifty to wash out and put in the vat;
the same number to haul from the vat and put on the platform to drain;
the same number to spread and stake out and clean; and the same number
to beat and stow away in the house. I ought to except Sunday; for,
by a prescription which no captain or agent has yet ventured to
break in upon, Sunday has been a day of leisure on the beach for
years. On Saturday night, the hides, in every stage of progress, are
carefully covered up, and not uncovered until Monday morning. On
Sundays we had absolutely no work to do, unless it was to kill a
bullock, which was sent down for our use about once a week, and
sometimes came on Sunday. Another good arrangement was, that we had
just so much work to do, and when that was through, the time was our
own. Knowing this, we worked hard, and needed no driving. We "turned
out" every morning at the first signs of daylight, and allowing a
short time, about eight o'clock, for breakfast, generally got
through our labor between one and two o'clock, when we dined, and
had the rest of the time to ourselves; until just before sundown, when
we beat the dry hides and put them in the house, and covered over
all the others. By this means we had about three hours to ourselves
every afternoon; and at sundown we had our supper, and our work was
done for the day. There was no watch to stand, and no topsails to
reef. The evenings we generally spent at one another's houses, and I
often went up and spent an hour or so at the oven; which was called
the "Kanaka Hotel," and the "Oahu Coffee-house." Immediately after
dinner we usually took a short siesta to make up for our early rising,
and spent the rest of the afternoon according to our own fancies. I
generally read, wrote, and made or mended clothes; for necessity,
the mother of invention, had taught me these two latter arts. The
Kanakas went up to the oven, and spent the time in sleeping,
talking, and smoking; and my messmate, Nicholas, who neither knew
how to read or write, passed away the time by a long siesta, two or
three smokes with his pipe, and a paseo to the other houses. This
leisure time is never interfered with, for the captains know that
the men earn it by working hard and fast, and that if they
interfered with it, the men could easily make their twenty-five
hides apiece last through the day. We were pretty independent, too,
for the master of the house- "capitan de la casa"- had nothing to say
to us, except when we were at work on the hides, and although we could
not go up to the town without his permission, this was seldom or never
refused.
The great weight of the wet hides, which we were obliged to roll
about in wheelbarrows; the continual stooping upon those which were
pegged out to be cleaned; and the smell of the vats, into which we
were often obliged to get, knee-deep, to press down the hides; all
made the work disagreeable and fatiguing;- but we soon got hardened
to it, and the comparative independence of our life reconciled us to
it; for there was nobody to haze us and find fault; and when we got
through, we had only to wash and change our clothes, and our time
was our own. There was, however, one exception to the time's being our
own; which was, that on two afternoons of every week we were obliged
to go off and get wood, for the cook to use in the galley. Wood is
very scarce in the vicinity of San Diego; there being no trees of
any size, for miles. In the town, the inhabitants burn the small
wood which grows in thickets, and for which they send out Indians,
in large numbers, every few days. Fortunately, the climate is so
fine that they had no need of a fire in their houses, and only use
it for cooking. With us the getting of wood was a great trouble; for
all that in the vicinity of the houses had been cut down, and we
were obliged to go off a mile or two, and to carry it some distance on
our backs, as we could not get the hand-cart up the hills and over the
uneven places. Two afternoons in the week, generally Monday and
Thursday, as soon as we had got through dinner, we started off for the
bush, each of us furnished with a hatchet and a long piece of rope,
and dragging the hand-cart behind us, and followed by the whole colony
of dogs, who were always ready for the bush, and were half mad
whenever they saw our preparations. We went with the hand-cart as
far as we could conveniently drag it, and leaving it in an open,
conspicuous place, separated ourselves; each taking his own course,
and looking about for some good place to begin upon. Frequently, we
had to go nearly a mile from the hand-cart before we could find any
fit place. Having lighted upon a good thicket, the next thing was to
clear away the under-brush, and have fair play at the trees. These
trees are seldom more than five or six feet high, and the highest that
I ever saw in these expeditions could not have been more than
twelve; so that, lopping off the branches and clearing away the
underwood, we had a good deal of cutting to do for a very little wood.
Having cut enough for a "back-load," the next thing was to make it
well fast with the rope, and heaving the bundle upon our backs, and
taking the hatchet in hand, to walk off, up hill and down dale, to the
handcart. Two good back-loads apiece filled the hand-cart; and that
was each one's proportion. When each had brought down his second load,
we filled the hand-cart, and took our way again slowly back, and
unloading, covering the hides for the night, and getting our supper,
finished the day's work.
These wooding excursions had always a mixture of something rather
pleasant in them. Roaming about in the woods with hatchet in hand,
like a backwoodsman, followed by a troop of dogs; starting up of
birds, snakes, hares and foxes, and examining the various kinds of
trees, flowers, and birds' nests, was at least, a change from the
monotonous drag and pull on shipboard. Frequently, too, we had some
amusement and adventure. The coati, of which I have before spoken,- a
sort of mixture of the fox and wolf breeds,- fierce little animals,
with bushy tails and large heads, and a quick, sharp bark, abound
here, as in all other parts of California. These, the dogs were very
watchful for, and whenever they saw them, started off in full run
after them. We had many fine chases; yet, although our dogs ran
finely, the rascals generally escaped. They are a match for the dog,-
one to one,- but as the dogs generally went in squads, there was
seldom a fair fight. A smaller dog, belonging to us, once attacked a
coati, single, and got a good deal worsted, and might perhaps have
been killed had we not come to his assistance. We had, however, one
dog which gave them a good deal of trouble, and many hard runs. He was
a fine, tall fellow, and united strength and agility better than any
dog that I have ever seen. He was born at the Islands, his father
being an English mastiff, and his mother a greyhound. He had the
high head, long legs, narrow body, and springing gait of the latter,
and the heavy jaw, thick jowls, and strong fore-quarters of the
mastiff. When he was brought to San Diego, an English sailor said that
he looked, about the face precisely like the Duke of Wellington,
whom he had once seen at the Tower; and, indeed, there was something
about him which resembled the portraits of the Duke. From this time he
was christened "Welly," and became the favorite and bully of the
beach. He always led the dogs by several yards in the chase, and had
killed two coati at different times in single combats. We often had
fine sport with these fellows. A quick, sharp bark from a coati, and
in an instant every dog was at the height of his speed. A few
moments made up for an unfair start, and gave each dog his relative
place. Welly, at the head, seemed almost to skim over the bushes;
and after him came Fanny, Felicians, Childers, and the other fleet
ones,- the spaniels and terriers; and then behind, followed the heavy
corps- bulldogs, etc., for we had every breed. Pursuit by us was in
vain, and in about half an hour a few of them would come panting and
straggling back.
Beside the coati, the dogs sometimes made prizes of rabbits and
hares, which are very plentiful here, and great numbers of which we
often shot for our dinners. There was another animal that I was not so
much disposed to find amusement from, and that was the rattlesnake.
These are very abundant here, especially during the spring of the
year. The latter part of the time that I was on shore, I did not
meet with so many, but for the first two months we seldom went into
"the bush" without one of our number starting some of them. The
first that I ever saw, I remember perfectly well. I had left my
companions, and was beginning to clear away a fine clump of trees,
when just in the midst of the thicket, not more than eight yards
from me, one of these fellows set up his hiss. It is a sharp,
continuous sound, and resembles very much the letting off of the steam
from the small pipe of a steamboat, except that it is on a smaller
scale. I knew, by the sound of an axe, that one of my companions was
near, and called out to him, to let him know what I had fallen upon.
He took it very lightly, and as he seemed inclined to laugh at me
for being afraid, I determined to keep my place. I knew that so long
as I could hear the rattle, I was safe, for these snakes never make
a noise when they are in motion. Accordingly, I kept at my work, and
the noise which I made with cutting and breaking the trees kept him in
alarm; so that I had the rattle to show me his whereabouts. Once or
twice the noise stopped for a short time, which gave me a little
uneasiness, and retreating a few steps. I threw something into the
bush, at which he would set his rattle agoing; and finding that he had
not moved from his first place, I was easy again. In this way I
continued at my work until I had cut a full load, never suffering
him to be quiet for a moment. Having cut my load, I strapped it
together, and got everything ready for starting. I felt that I could
now call the others without the imputation of being afraid; and went
in search of them. In a few minutes we were all collected, and began
an attack upon the bush. The big Frenchman, who was the one that I had
called to at first, I found as little inclined to approach the snake
as I had been. The dogs, too, seemed afraid of the rattle, and kept up
a barking at a safe distance; but the Kanakas showed no fear, and
getting long sticks, went into the bush, and keeping a bright
look-out, stood within a few feet of him. One or two blows struck near
him, and a few stones thrown, started him, and we lost his track,
and had the pleasant consciousness that he might be directly under our
feet. By throwing stones and chips in different directions, we made
him spring his rattle again, and began another attack. This time we
drove him into the clear ground, and saw him gliding off, with head
and tail erect, when a stone, well aimed, knocked him over the bank,
down a declivity of fifteen or twenty feet, and stretched him at his
length. Having made sure of him, by a few more stones, we went down,
and one of the Kanakas cut off his rattle. These rattles vary in
number it is said, according to the age of the snake; though the
Indians think they indicate the number of creatures they have
killed. We always preserved them as trophies, and at the end of the
summer had quite a number. None of our people were ever bitten by
them, but one of our dogs died of a bite, and another was supposed
to have been bitten, but recovered. We had no remedy for the bite,
though it was said that the Indians of the country had, and the
Kanakas professed to have an herb which would cure it, but it was
fortunately never brought to the test.
Hares and rabbits, as I said before, were abundant, and, during
the winter months, the waters are covered with wild ducks and geese.
Crows, too, were very numerous, and frequently alighted in great
numbers upon our hides, picking at the pieces of dried meat and fat.
Bears and wolves are numerous in the upper parts, and in the interior,
(and, indeed, a man was killed by a bear within a few miles of San
Pedro, while we were there,) but there were none in our immediate
neighborhood. The only other animals were horses. Over a dozen of
these were owned by different people on the beach, and were allowed to
run loose among the hills, with a long lasso attached to them, and
pick up feed wherever they could find it. We were sure of seeing
them once a day, for there was no water among the hills, and they were
obliged to come down to the well which had been dug upon the beach.
These horses were bought at, from two, to six and eight dollars
apiece, and were held very much as common property. We generally
kept one fast to one of the houses every day, so that we could mount
him and catch any of the others. Some of them were really fine
animals, and gave us many good runs up to the Presidio and over the
country.
CHAPTER XX
LEISURE--NEWS FROM HOME--"BURNING THE WATER"
After we had been a few weeks on shore, and had begun to feel broken
into the regularity of our life, its monotony was interrupted by the
arrival of two vessels from the windward. We were sitting at dinner in
our little room, when we heard the cry of "Sail ho!" This, we had
learned, did not always signify a vessel but was raised whenever a
woman was seen coming down from the town; or a squaw, or an ox-cart,
or anything unusual, hove in sight upon the road; so we took no notice
of it. But it soon became so loud and general from all parts of the
beach, that we were led to go to the door; and there, sure enough,
were two sails coming round the point, and leaning over from the
strong north-west wind, which blows down the coast every afternoon.
The headmost was a ship, and the other, a brig. Everybody was alive on
the beach, and all manner of conjectures were abroad. Some said it was
the Pilgrim, with the Boston ship, which we were expecting; but we
soon saw that the brig was not the Pilgrim, and the ship with her
stump top-gallant masts and rusty sides, could not be a dandy Boston
Indiaman. As they drew nearer, we soon discovered the high poop and
top-gallant forecastle, and other marks of the Italian ship Rosa,
and the brig proved to be the Catalina, which we saw at Santa Barbara,
just arrived from Valparaiso. They came to anchor, moored ship, and
commenced discharging hides and tallow. The Rosa had purchased the
house occupied by the Lagoda, and the Catalina took the other spare
one between ours and the Ayacucho's, so that, now, each one was
occupied, and the beach, for several days, was all alive. The Catalina
had several Kanakas on board, who were immediately besieged by the
others, and carried up to the oven, where they had a long pow-wow, and
a smoke. Two Frenchmen, who belonged to the Rosa's crew, came in,
every evening, to see Nicholas; and from them we learned that the
Pilgrim was at San Pedro, and was the only other vessel now on the
coast. Several of the Italians slept on shore at their hide-house; and
there, and at the tent in which the Fazio's crew lived, we had some
very good singing almost every evening. The Italians sang a variety of
songs- barcarollas, provincial airs, etc.; in several of which I
recognized parts of our favorite operas and sentimental songs. They
often joined in a song, taking all the different parts; which produced
a fine effect, as many of them had good voices, and all seemed to sing
with spirit and feeling. One young man, in particular, had a
falsetto as dear as a clarionet.
The greater part of the crews of the vessel's came ashore every
evening, and we passed the time in going about from one house to
another, and listening to all manner of languages. The Spanish was the
common ground upon which we all met; for every one knew more or less
of that. We had now, out of forty or fifty, representatives from
almost every nation under the sun: two Englishmen, three Yankees,
two Scotchmen, two Welshmen, one Irishman, three Frenchmen (two of
whom were Normans, and the third from Gascony,) one Dutchman, one
Austrian, two or three Spaniards, (from old Spain,) half a dozen
Spanish-Americans and half-breeds, two native Indians from Chili and
the Island of Chiloe, one Negro, one Mulatto, about twenty Italians,
from all parts of Italy, as many more Sandwich Islanders, one
Otaheitan, and one Kanaka from the Marquesas Islands.
The night before the vessels were ready to sail, all the Europeans
united and had an entertainment at the Rosa's hide-house, and we had
songs of every nation and tongue. A German gave us "Och! mein lieber
Augustin!" the three Frenchmen roared through the Marseilles Hymn; the
English and Scotchmen gave us "Rule Britannia," and "Who'll be King
but Charlie?" the Italians and Spaniards screamed through some
national affairs, for which I was none the wiser; and we three Yankees
made an attempt at the "Star-spangled Banner." After these national
tributes had been paid, the Austrian gave us a very pretty little
love-song, and the Frenchmen sang a spirited thing called "Sentinelle!
O prenez garde a vous!" and then followed the melange which might have
been expected. When I left them, the aguardiente and annisou was
pretty well in their heads, and they were all singing and talking at
once, and their peculiar national oaths were getting as plenty as
pronouns.
The next day, the two vessels got under weigh for the windward,
and left us in quiet possession of the beach. Our numbers were
somewhat enlarged by the opening of the new houses, and the society of
the beach a little changed. In charge of the Catalina's house, was
an old Scotchman, who, like most of his countrymen, had a pretty
good education, and, like many of them, was rather pragmatical,
manical, and had a ludicrously solemn conceit. He employed his time in
taking care of his pigs, chickens, turkeys, dogs, etc., and in smoking
his long pipe. Everything was as neat as a pin in the house, and he
was as regular in his hours as a chronometer, but as he kept very much
by himself, was not a great addition to our society. He hardly spent a
cent all the time he was on the beach, and the others said he was no
shipmate. He had been a petty officer on board the British frigate
Dublin, Capt. Lord James Townshend, and had great ideas of his own
importance. The man in charge of the Rosa's house was an Austrian by
birth, but spoke, read, and wrote four languages with ease and
correctness. German was his native tongue, but being born near the
borders of Italy, and having sailed out of Genoa, the Italian was
almost as familiar to him as his own language. He was six years on
board of an English man-of-war, where he learned to speak our language
with ease, and also to read and write it. He had been several years in
Spanish vessels, and had acquired that language so well, that he could
read any books in it. He was between forty and fifty years of age, and
was a singular mixture of the man-of-war's-man and Puritan. He
talked a great deal about propriety and steadiness, and gave good
advice to the youngsters and Kanakas, but seldom went up to the
town, without coming down "three sheets in the wind." One holyday,
he and old Robert (the Scotchman from the Catalina) went up to the
town, and got so cozy, talking over old stories and giving one another
good advice, that they came down double-backed, on a horse, and both
rolled off into the sand as soon as the horse stopped. This put an end
to their pretensions, and they never heard the last of it from the
rest of the men. On the night of the entertainment at the Rosa's
house, I saw old Schmidt, (that was the Austrian's name) standing up
by a hogshead, holding on by both hands, and calling out to
himself- "Hold on, Schmidt! hold on, my good fellow, or you'll be on
your back!" Still, he was an intelligent, good-natured old fellow, and
had a chest-full of books, which he willingly lent me to read. In
the same house with him was a Frenchman and an Englishman; the
latter a regular-built "man-of-war Jack;" a thorough seaman; a hearty,
generous fellow; and, at the same time, a drunken, dissolute dog. He
made it a point to get drunk once a fortnight, (when he always managed
to sleep on the road, and have his money stolen from him,) and to
battle the Frenchman once a week. These, with a Chilian, and a half
a dozen Kanakas, formed the addition to our company.
In about six weeks from the time when the Pilgrim sailed, we had got
all the hides which she left us cured and stowed away; and having
cleared up the ground, and emptied the vats, and set everything in
order, had nothing more to do until she should come down again, but to
supply ourselves with wood. Instead of going twice a week for this
purpose, we determined to give one whole week to getting wood, and
then we should have enough to last us half through the summer.
Accordingly, we started off every morning, after an early breakfast,
with our hatchets in hand, and cut wood until the sun was over the
point,- which was our only mark of time, as there was not a watch on
the beach- and then came back to dinner, and after dinner, started
off again with our hand-cart and ropes, and carted and "backed" it
down, until sunset. This, we kept up for a week, until we had
collected several cords,-enough to last us for six or eight weeks-
when we "knocked off" altogether, much to my joy; for, though I liked
straying in the woods, and cutting, very well, yet the backing the
wood for so great a distance, over an uneven country, was, without
exception, the hardest work I had ever done. I usually had to kneel
down and contrive to heave the load, which was well strapped together,
upon my back, and then rise up and start off with it up the hills
and down the vales, sometimes through thickets,- the rough points
sticking into the skin, and tearing the clothes, so that, at the end
of the week, I had hardly a whole shirt to my back.
We were now through all our work, and had nothing more to do until
the Pilgrim should come down again. We had nearly got through our
provisions too, as well as our work; for our officer had been very
wasteful of them, and the tea, flour, sugar, and molasses, were all
gone. We suspected him of sending them up to the town; and he always
treated the squaws with molasses, when they came down to the beach.
Finding wheat-coffee and dry bread rather poor living, we dubbed
together, and I went up to the town on horseback with a great salt-bag
behind the saddle, and a few reals in my pocket, and brought back
the bag fun of onions, pears, beans, water-melons, and other fruits;
for the young woman who tended the garden, finding that I belonged
to the American ship, and that we were short of provisions, put in a
double portion. With these we lived like fighting-cocks for a week
or two, and had, besides, what the sailors call "a blow-out on sleep;"
not turning out in the morning until breakfast was ready. I employed
several days in overhauling my chest, and mending up all my old
clothes, until I had got everything in order- patch upon patch, like
a sand-barge's mainsail. Then I took hold of Bowditch's Navigator,
which I had always with me. I had been through the greater part of it,
and now went carefully through it, from beginning to end working out
most of the examples. That done, and there being no signs of the
Pilgrim, I made a descent upon old Schmidt, and borrowed and read
all the books there were upon the beach. Such a dearth was there of
these latter articles, that anything, even a little child's
story-book, or the half of a shipping calendar, appeared like a
treasure. I actually read a jest-book through, from beginning to
end, in one day, as I should a novel, and enjoyed it very much. At
last, when I thought that there were no more to be got, I found, at
the bottom of old Schmidt's chest, "Mandeville, a Romance, by
Godwin, in five volumes." This I had never read, but Godwin's name was
enough, and after the wretched trash I had devoured, anything
bearing the name of a distinguished intellectual man, was a prize
indeed. I bore it off, and for two days I was up early and late,
reading with all my might, and actually drinking in delight. It is
no extravagance to say that it was like a spring in a desert land.
From the sublime to the ridiculous-so with me, from Mandeville to
hide-curing, was but a step; for
Wednesday, July 18th, brought us the brig Pilgrim from the windward.
As she came in, we found that she was a good deal altered in her
appearance. Her short top-gallant masts were up; her bowlines all
unrove (except to the courses); the quarter boom-irons off her lower
yards; her jack-cross-trees sent down; several blocks got rid of;
running-rigging rove in new places; and numberless other changes of
the same character. Then, too, there was a new voice giving orders,
and a new face on the quarter-deck,- a short, dark complexioned man,
in a green jacket and a high leather cap. These changes, of course,
set the whole beach on the qui-vive, and we were all waiting for the
boat to come ashore, that we might have things explained. At length,
after the sails were furied and the anchor carried out the boat pulled
ashore, and the news soon flew that the expected ship had arrived at
Santa Barbara, and that Captain T--- had taken command of her, and her
captain, Faucon, had taken the Pilgrim, and was the green-jacketed man
on the quarterdeck. The boat put directly off again, without giving us
time to ask any more questions, and we were obliged to wait till night,
when we took a little skiff, that lay on the beach, and paddled off.
When I stepped aboard, the second mate called me aft, and gave me a
large bundle, directed to me, and marked "Ship Alert." This was what I
had longed for, yet I refrained from opening it until I went ashore.
Diving down into the forecastle, I found the same old crew, and was
really glad to see them again. Numerous inquiries passed as to the new
ship, the latest news from Boston, etc., etc. S--- had received
letters from home, and nothing remarkable had happened. The Alert
was agreed on all hands to be a fine ship, and a large one: "Larger
than the Rosa"- "Big enough to carry off all the hides in
California"- "Rail as high as a man's head"- "A crack ship"- "A
regular dandy," etc., ect. Captain T--- took command of her, and she
went directly up to Monterey; from thence she was to go to San
Francisco, and probably would not be in San Diego under two or three
months. Some of the Pilgrim's crew found old ship-mates aboard of her,
and spent an hour or two in her forecastle, the evening before she
sailed. They said her decks were as white as snow- holystoned every
morining, like a man-of-war's; everything on board "shipshape and
Bristol fashion;" a fine crew, three mates, a sailmaker and carpenter,
and all complete. "They've got a man for mate of that ship, and not a
bloody sheep about decks!"- "A mate that knows his duty, and makes
everybody do theirs, and won't be imposed upon either by captain or
crew." After collecting all the information we could get on this
point, we asked something about their new captain. He had hardly been
on board long enough for them to know much about him, but he had taken
hold strong, as soon as he took command;- sending down the top-gallant
masts, and unreeving half the rigging, the very first day.
Having got all the news we could, we pulled ashore; and as soon as
we reached the house, I, as might be supposed, proceeded directly to
opening my bundle, and found a reasonable supply of duck, flannel
shirts, shoes, etc., and, what was still more valuable, a packet of
eleven letters. These I sat up nearly all the night to read, and put
them carefully away, to be read and re-read again and again at my
leisure. Then came a half a dozen newspapers, the last of which gave
notice of Thanksgiving, and of the clearance of "ship Alert, Edward H.
Faucon, master, for Callao and California, by Bryant, Sturgis & Co."
No one has ever been on distant voyages, and after a long absence
received a newspaper from home, who cannot understand the delight that
they give one. I read every part of them- the houses to let; things
lost or stolen; auction sales, and all. Nothing carries you so
entirely to a place, and makes you feel so perfectly at home, as a
newspaper. The very name of "Boston Daily Advertiser" sounded
hospitably upon the ear."
The Pilgrim discharged her hides, which set us at work again, and
in a few days we were in the old routine of dry hides- wet
hides- cleaning- beating, etc. Captain Faucon came quietly up to me,
as I was at work, with my knife, cutting the meat from a dirty hide,
asked me how I liked California, and repeated- "Tityre, tu patulae
recubans sub tegmine fagi." Very apropos, thought I, and, at the
same time, serves to show that you understand Latin. However, a kind
word from a captain is a thing not to be slighted; so I answered him
civilly, and made the most of it.
Saturday, July 11th. The Pilgrim set sail for the windward, and left
us to go on in our old way. Having laid in such a supply of wood,
and the days being now long, and invariably pleasant, we had a good
deal of time to ourselves. All the duck I received from home, I soon
made up into trowsers and frocks, and displayed, every Sunday, a
complete suit of my own make, from head to foot, having formed the
remnants of the duck into a cap. Reading, mending, sleeping, with
occasional excursions into the bush, with the dogs, in search of
coati, hares, and rabbits, or to encounter a rattlesnake, and now
and then a visit to the Presidio, filled up our spare time after
hide-curing was over for the day. Another amusement, which we
sometimes indulged in, was "burning the water" for craw-fish. For this
purpose, we procured a pair of grains, with a long staff like a
harpoon, and making torches with tarred rope twisted round a long pine
stick, took the only boat on the beach, a small skiff, and with a
torch-bearer in the bow, a steersman in the stern, and one man on each
side with the grains, went off, on dark nights, to burn the water.
This is fine sport. Keeping within a few rods of the shore, where
the water is not more than three or four feet deep, with a clear sandy
bottom, the torches light everything up so that one could almost
have seen a pin among the grains of sand. The craw-fish are an easy
prey, and we used soon to get a load of them. The other fish were more
difficult to catch, yet we frequently speared a number of them, of
various kinds and sizes. The Pilgrim brought us down a supply of
fish-hooks, which we had never had before, on the beach, and for
several days we went down to the Point, and caught a quantity of cod
and mackerel. On one of these expeditions, we saw a battle between two
Sandwich Islanders and a shark. "Johnny" had been playing about our
boat for some time, driving away the fish, and showing his teeth at
our bait, when we missed him, and in a few moments heard a great
shouting between two Kanakas who were fishing on the rock opposite
to us: "E hana hana make i ka ia nui!" "E pii mai Aikane!" etc., etc.;
and saw them pulling away on a stout line, and "Johnny Shark"
floundering at the other end. The line soon broke; but the Kanakas
would not let him off so easily, and sprang directly into the water
after him. Now came the tug of war. Before we could get into deep
water, one of them seized him by the tail, and ran up with him upon
the beach; but Johnny twisted round, turning his head under his
body, and, showing his teeth in the vicinity of the Kanaka's hand,
made him let go and spring out of the way. The shark now turned tail
and made the best of his way, by flapping and floundering, toward deep
water; but here again, before he was fairly off, the other Kanaka
seized him by the tail, and made a spring towards the beach, his
companion at the same time paying away upon him with stones and a
large stick. As soon, however, as the shark could turn, he was obliged
to let go his hold; but the instant he made toward deep water, they
were both behind him, watching their chance to seize him. In this
way the battle went on for some time, the shark, in a rage,
splashing and twisting about, and the Kanakas, in high excitement,
yelling at the top of their voices; but the shark at last got off,
carrying away a hook and line, and not a few severe bruises.
CHAPTER XXI
CALIFORNIA AND ITS INHABITANTS
We kept up a constant connection with the Presidio, and by the close
of the summer I had added much to my made vocabulary, besides having
made the acquaintance of nearly everybody in the place, and acquired
some knowledge of the character and habits of the people, as well as
of the institutions under which they live.
California was first discovered in 1536, by Cortes and was
subsequently visited by numerous other adventurers as well as
commissioned voyagers of the Spanish crown. It was found to be
inhabited by numerous tribes of Indians, and to be in many parts
extremely fertile; to which, of course, was added rumors of gold
mines, pearl fishery, etc. No sooner was the importance of the country
known, than the Jesuits obtained leave to establish themselves in
it, to Christianize and enlighten the Indians. They established
missions in various parts of the country toward the close of the
seventeenth century, and collected the natives about them, baptizing
them into the church, and teaching them the arts of civilized life. To
protect the Jesuits in their missions, and at the same time to support
the power of the crown over the civilized Indians, two forts were
erected and garrisoned, one at San Diego, and the other at Monterey.
These were called Presidios, and divided the command of the whole
country between them. Presidios have since been established at Santa
Barbara and San Francisco; thus dividing the country into four large
districts, each with its presidio, and governed by the commandant. The
soldiers, for the most part, married civilized Indians; and thus, in
the vicinity of each presidio, sprung up, gradually, small towns. In
the course of time, vessels began to come into the ports to trade with
the missions, and received hides in return; and thus began the great
trade of California. Nearly all the cattle in the country belonged
to the missions, and they employed their Indians, who became, in fact,
their slaves, in tending their vast herds. In the year 1793, when
Vancouver visited San Diego, the mission had obtained great wealth and
power, and are accused of having depreciated the country with the
sovereign, that they might be allowed to retain their possessions.
On the expulsion of the Jesuits from the Spanish dominions, the
missions passed into the hands of the Franciscans, though without
any essential change in their management. Ever since the
independence of Mexico, the missions have been going down; until, at
last, a law was passed, stripping them of all their possessions, and
confining the priests to their spiritual duties; and at the same
time declaring all the Indians free and independent Rancheros. The
change in the condition of the Indians was, as may be supposed, only
nominal: they are virtually slaves, as much as they ever were. But
in the missions, the change was complete. The priests have now no
power, except in their religious character, and the great
possessions of the missions are given over to be preyed upon by the
harpies of the civil power, who are sent there in the capacity of
administradores, to settle up the concerns; and who usually end, in
a few years, by making themselves fortunes, and leaving their
stewardships worse than they found them. The dynasty of the priests
was much more acceptable to the people of the country, and indeed,
to every one concerned with the country, by trade or otherwise, than
that of the administradores. The priests were attached perpetually
to one mission, and felt the necessity of keeping up its credit.
Accordingly, their debts were regularly paid, and the people were,
in the main, well treated, and attached to those who had spent their
whole lives among them. But the administradores are strangers sent
from Mexico, having no interest in the country; not identified in
any way with their charge, and, for the most part, men of desperate
fortunes- broken down politicians and soldiers- whose only object is
to retrieve their condition in as short a time as possible. The change
had been made but a few years before our arrival upon the coast,
yet, in that short time, the trade was much diminished, credit
impaired, and the venerable missions going rapidly to decay. The
external arrangements remain the same. There are four presidios,
having under their protection the various missions, and pueblos, which
are towns formed by the civil power, and containing no mission or
presidio. The most northerly presidio is San Francisco; the next
Monterey; the next Santa Barbara, including the mission of the same,
St. Louis Obispo, and St. Buenaventura, which is the finest mission in
the whole country, having very fertile soil and rich vineyards. The
last, and most southerly, is San Diego, including the mission of the
same, San Juan Capestrano, the Pueblo de los Angelos, the largest town
in California, with the neighboring mission of San Gabriel. The
priests in spiritual matters are subject to the Archbishop of
Mexico, and in temporal matters to the governor-general, who is the
great civil and military head of the country.
The government of the country is an arbitrary democracy; having no
common law, and no judiciary. Their only laws are made and unmade at
the caprice of the legislature, and are as variable as the legislature
itself. They pass through the form of sending representatives to the
congress at Mexico, but as it takes several months to go and return,
and there is very little communication between the capital and this
distant province, a member usually stays there, as permanent member,
knowing very well that there will be revolutions at home before he can
write and receive an answer; if another member should be sent, he
has only to challenge him, and decide the contested election in that
way.
Revolutions are matters of constant occurrence in California. They
are got up by men who are at the foot of the ladder and in desperate
circumstances, just as a new political party is started by such men in
our own country. The only object, of course, is the loaves and fishes;
and instead of caucusing, paragraphing, libelling, feasting,
promising, and lying, as with us, they take muskets and bayonets,
and seizing upon the presidio and custom-house, divide the spoils, and
declare a new dynasty. As for justice, they know no law but will and
fear. A Yankee, who had been naturalized, and become a Catholic, and
had married in the country, was sitting in his house at the Pueblo
de los Angelos, with his wife and children, when a Spaniard, with whom
he had had a difficulty, entered the house, and stabbed him to the
heart before them all. The murderer was seized by some Yankees who had
settled there, and kept in confinement until a statement of the
whole affair could be sent to the governor-general. He refused to do
anything about it, and the countrymen of the murdered man, seeing no
prospect of justice being administered, made known that if nothing was
done, they should try the man themselves. It chanced that, at this
time, there was a company of forty trappers and hunters from Kentucky,
with their rifles, who had made their head-quarters at the Pueblo; and
these, together with the Americans and Englishmen in the place, who
were between twenty and thirty in number, took possession of the town,
and waiting a reasonable time, proceeded to try the man according to
the forms in their own country. A judge and jury were appointed, and
he was tried, convicted, sentenced to be shot, and carried out
before the town, with his eyes blindfolded. The names of all the men
were then put into a hat and each one pledging himself to perform
his duty, twelve names were drawn out, and the men took their stations
with their rifles, and, firing at the word, laid him dead. He was
decently buried, and the place was restored quietly to the proper
authorities. A general, with titles enough for an hidalgo, was at
San Gabriel, and issued a proclamation as long as the
fore-top-bowline, threatening destruction to the rebels, but never
stirred from his fort; for forty Kentucky hunters, with their
rifles, were a match for a whole regiment of hungry, drawling, lazy
half-breeds. This affair happened while we were at San Pedro, (the
port of the Pueblo,) and we had all the particulars directly from
those who were on the spot. A few months afterwards, another man, whom
we had often seen in San Diego, murdered a man and his wife on the
high road between the Pueblo and San Louis Rey, and the foreigners not
feeling themselves called upon to act in this case, the parties
being all natives, nothing was done about it; and I frequently
afterwards saw the murderer in San Diego, where he was living with his
wife and family.
When a crime has been committed by Indians, justice, or rather
vengeance, is not so tardy. One Sunday afternoon, while I was at San
Diego, an Indian was sitting on his horse, when another, with whom
he had had some difficulty, came up to him, drew a long knife, and
plunged it directly into the horse's heart. The Indian sprang from his
falling horse, drew out the knife, and plunged it into the other
Indian's breast, over his shoulder, and laid him dead. The poor fellow
was seized at once, clapped into the calabozo, and kept there until an
answer could be received from Monterey. A few weeks afterwards, I
saw the poor wretch, sitting on the bare ground, in front of the
calabozo, with his feet chained to a stake, and handcuffs about his
wrists. I knew there was very little hope for him. Although the deed
was done in hot blood, the horse on which he was sitting being his
own, and a great favorite, yet he was an Indian, and that was
enough. In about a week after I saw him, I heard that he had been
shot. These few instances will serve to give one a notion of the
distribution of justice in California.
In their domestic relations, these people are no better than in
their public. The men are thriftless, proud, and extravagant, and very
much given to gaming; and the women have but little education, and a
good deal of beauty, and their morality, of course, is none of the
best; yet the instances of infidelity are much less frequent than
one would at first suppose. In fact, one vice is set over against
another; and thus, something like a balance is obtained. The women
have but little virtue, but then the jealousy of their husbands is
extreme, and their revenge deadly and almost certain. A few inches
of cold steel has been the punishment of many an unwary man, who has
been guilty, perhaps, of nothing more than indiscretion of manner. The
difficulties of the attempt are numerous, and the consequences of
discovery fatal. With the unmarried women, too, great watchfulness
is used. The main object of the parents is to marry their daughters
well, and to this, the slightest slip would be fatal. The sharp eyes
of a duena, and the cold steel of a father or brother, are a
protection which the characters of most of them- men and women-
render by no means useless; for the very men who would lay down their
lives to avenge the dishonor of their own family, would risk the same
lives to complete the dishonor of another.
Of the poor Indians, very little care is taken. The priests, indeed,
at the missions, are said to keep them very strictly, and some rules
are usually made by the alcaldes to punish their misconduct; but it
all amounts to but little. Indeed, to show the entire want of any
sense of morality or domestic duty among them, I have frequently known
an Indian to bring his wife, to whom he was lawfully married in the
church, down to the beach, and carry her back again, dividing with her
the money which she had got from the sailors. If any of the girls were
discovered by the alcalde to be open evil-livers, they were whipped,
and kept at work sweeping the square of the presidio, and carrying mud
and bricks for the buildings; yet a few reals would generally buy them
off. Intemperance, too, is a common vice among the Indians. The
Spaniards, on the contrary, are very abstemious, and I do not remember
ever having seen a Spaniard intoxicated.
Such are the people who inhabit a country embracing four or five
hundred miles of sea-coast, with several good harbors; with fine
forests in the north; the waters filled with fish, and the plains
covered with thousands of herds of cattle; blessed with a climate,
than which there can be no better in the world; free from all manner
of diseases, whether epidemic or endemic; and with a soil in which
corn yields from seventy to eighty fold. In the hands of an
enterprising people, what a country this might be! we are ready to
say. Yet how long would a people remain so, in such a country? The
Americans (as those from the United States are called) and Englishmen,
who are fast filling up the principal towns, and getting the trade
into their hands, are indeed more industrious and effective than the
Spaniards; yet their children are brought up Spaniards, in every
respect, and if the "California fever" (laziness) spares the first
generation, it always attacks the second.
CHAPTER XXII
LIFE ON SHORE--THE ALERT
Saturday, July 18th. This day, sailed the Mexican hermaphrodite
brig, Fazio, for San Blas and Mazatlan. This was the brig which was
driven ashore at San Pedro in a southeaster, and had been lying at San
Diego to repair and take in her cargo. The owner of her had had a good
deal of difficulty with the government about the duties, etc., and her
sailing had been delayed for several weeks; but everything having been
arranged, she got under weigh with a light breeze, and was floating
out of the harbor, when two horsemen came dashing down to the beach,
at full speed, and tried to find a boat to put off after her; but
there being none on the beach, they offered a handful of silver to any
Kanaka who would swim off and take a letter on board. One of the
Kanakas, a fine, active, well-made young fellow, instantly threw off
everything but his duck trowsers, and putting the letter into his hat,
swam off, after the vessel. Fortunately, the wind was very light and
the vessel was going slowly, so that, although she was nearly a mile
off when he started, he gained on her rapidly. He went through the
water leaving a wake like a small steamboat. I certainly never saw
such swimming before. They saw him coming from the deck, but did not
heave-to suspecting the nature of his errand; yet, the wind continuing
light, he swam alongside and got on board, and delivered his letter.
The captain read the letter, told the Kanaka there was no answer,
and giving him a glass of brandy, left him to jump overboard and
find the best of his way to the shore. The Kanaka swam in for the
nearest point of land, and, in about an hour, made his appearance at
the hide-house. He did not seem at all fatigued, had made three or
four dollars, got a glass of brandy, and was in fine spirits. The brig
kept on her course, and the government officers, who had come down
to forbid her sailing, went back, each with something like a flea in
his ear, having depended upon extorting a little more money from the
owner.
It was now nearly three months since the Alert arrived at Santa
Barbara, and we began to expect her daily. About a half a mile
behind the hide-house, was a high hill; and every afternoon, as soon
as we had done our work, some one of us walked up to see if there were
any sail in sight, coming down before the regular trades, which blow
every afternoon. Each day, after the latter part of July, we went up
the hill, and came back disappointed. I was anxious for her arrival,
for I had been told by letter that the owners in Boston, at the
request of my friends, had written to Captain T--- to take me on board
the Alert, in case she returned to the United States before the
Pilgrim; and I, of course, wished to know whether the order had been
received, and what was the destination of the ship. One year more or
less might be of small consequence to others, but it was everything to
me. It was now just a year since we sailed from Boston, and at the
shortest, no vessel could expect to get away under eight or nine
months, which would make our absence two years in all. This would be
pretty long, but would not be fatal. It would not necessarily be
decisive of my future life. But one year more would settle the matter.
I should be a sailor for life; and although I had made up my mind to
it before I had my letters from home, and was, as I thought, quite
satisfied; yet, as soon as an opportunity was held out to me of
returning, and the prospect of another kind of life was opened to me,
my anxiety to return, and, at least, to have the chance of deciding
upon my course for myself, was beyond measure. Beside that, I wished
to be "equal to either fortune," and to qualify myself for an
officer's berth, and a hide-house was no place to learn seamanship in.
I had become experienced in hide-curing, and everything went on
smoothly, and I had many opportunities of becoming acquainted with the
people, and much leisure for reading and studying navigation; yet
practical seamanship could only be got on board ship; therefore, I
determined to ask to be taken on board the ship when she arrived. By
the first of August, we finished curing all our hides, stored them
away, cleaned out our vats, (in which latter work we spent two days,
up to our knees in mud and the sediments of six months' hide-curing,
in a stench which would drive a donkey from his breakfast,) and got in
readiness for the arrival of the ship, and had another leisure
interval of three or four weeks; which I spent, as usual, in reading,
writing, studying, making and mending my clothes, and getting my
wardrobe in complete readiness, in case I should go on board the ship;
and in fishing, ranging the woods with the dogs, and in occasional
visits to the presidio and mission. A good deal of my time was spent
in taking care of a little puppy, which I had selected from
thirty-six, that were born within three days of one another, at our
house. He was a fine, promising pup, with four white paws, and all the
rest of his body of a dark brown. I built a little kennel for him, and
kept him fastened there, away from the other dogs, feeding and
disciplining him myself. In a few weeks, I got him in complete
subjection, and he grew finely, was very much attached to me, and bid
fair to be one of the leading dogs on the beach. I called him Bravo,
and the only thing I regretted at the thought of leaving the beach,
was parting with him.
Day after day, we went up the hill, but no ship was to be seen,
and we began to form all sorts of conjectures as to her whereabouts;
and the theme of every evening's conversation at the different houses,
and in our afternoon's paseo upon the beach, was the ship- where she
could be- had she been to San Francisco?- how many hides she would
bring, etc., etc.
Tuesday, August 25th. This morning, the officer in charge of our
house went off beyond the point a fishing, in a small canoe, with
two Kanakas; and we were sitting quietly in our room at the hidehouse,
when, just before noon, we heard a complete yell of "Sail ho!"
breaking out from all parts of the beach, at once,- from the Kanakas'
oven to the Rosa's house. In an instant, every one was out of his
house; and there was a fine, tall ship, with royals and skysails
set, bending over before the strong afternoon breeze, and coming round
the point. Her yards were braced sharp up; every sail was set, and
drew well; the Yankee ensign was flying from her mizen-peak; and
having the tide in her favor, she came up like a race-horse. It was
nearly six months since a new vessel had entered San Diego, and of
course, every one was on the qui-vive. She certainly made a fine
appearance. Her light sails were taken in, as she passed the low,
sandy tongue of land, and clewing up her head sails, she rounded
handsomely to, under her mizen topsail, and let go the anchor at about
a cable's length from the shore. In a few minutes, the topsail yards
were manned, and all three of the topsails furled at once. From the
fore top-gallant yard, the men slid down the stay to furl the jib, and
from the mizen top-gallant yard, by the stay, into the maintop, and
thence to the yard; and the men on the topsail yards came down the
lifts to the yard-arms of the courses. The sails were furled with
great care, the bunts triced up by jiggers, and the jibs stowed in
cloth. The royal yards were then struck, tackles got upon the
yard-arms and the stay, the long-boat hoisted out, a large anchor
carried astern, and the ship moored. Then the captain's gig was
lowered away from the quarter, and a boat's crew of fine lads, between
the ages of fourteen and eighteen, pulled the captain ashore. The
gig was a light whale-boat, handsomely painted, and fitted up with
cushions, etc., in the stern sheets. We immediately attacked the
boat's crew, and got very thick with them in a few minutes. We had
much to ask about Boston, their passage out, etc., and they were
very curious to know about the life we were leading upon the beach.
One of them offered to exchange with me; which was just what I wanted;
and we had only to get the permission of the captain.
After dinner, the crew began discharging their hides, and, as we had
nothing to do at the hide-houses, we were ordered aboard to help them.
I had now my first opportunity of seeing the ship which I hoped was to
be my home for the next year. She looked as well on board as she did
from without. Her decks were wide and roomy, (there being no poop,
or house on deck, which disfigures the after part of most of our
vessels,) flush, fore and aft, and as white as snow, which the crew
told us was from constant use of holystones. There was no foolish
gilding and gingerbread work, to take the eye of landsmen and
passengers, but everything was "ship-shape and Bristol fashion." There
was no rust, no dirt, no rigging hanging slack, no fag ends of ropes
and "Irish pendants" aloft, and the yards were squared "to a t" by
lifts and braces.
The mate was a fine, hearty, noisy fellow, with a voice like a lion,
and always wide awake. He was "a man, every inch of him," as the
sailors said; and though "a bit of a horse," and "a hard customer,"
yet he was generally liked by the crew. There was also a second and
third mate, a carpenter, sailmaker, steward, cook, etc., and twelve,
including boys, before the mast. She had, on board, seven thousand
hides, which she had collected at the windward, and also horns and
tallow. All these we began discharging, from both gangways at once,
into the two boats, the second mate having charge of the launch, and
the third mate of the pinnace. For several days, we were employed in
this way, until all the hides were taken out, when the crew began
taking in ballast, and we returned to our old work, hide-curing.
Saturday, Aug. 29th. Arrived, brig Catalina, from the windward.
Sunday, 30th. This was the first Sunday that the crew had been in
San Diego, and of course they were all for going up to see the town.
The Indians came down early, with horses to let for the day, and all
the crew, who could obtain liberty, went off to the Presidio and
mission, and did not return until night. I had seen enough of San
Diego, and went on board and spent the day with some of the crew, whom
I found quietly at work in the forecastle, mending and washing their
clothes, and reading and writing. They told me that the ship stopped
at Callao in the passage out, and there lay three weeks. She had a
passage of little over eighty days from Boston to Callao, which is one
of the shortest on record. There, they left the Brandywine frigate,
and other smaller American ships of war, and the English frigate
Blonde, and a French seventy-four. From Callao they came directly to
California, and had visited every port on the coast, including San
Francisco. The forecastle in which they lived was large, tolerably
well lighted by bulls-eyes, and, being kept perfectly clean, had quite
a comfortable appearance; at least, it was far better than the little,
black, dirty hole in which I had lived so many months on board the
Pilgrim. By the regulations of the ship, the forecastle was cleaned
out every morning, and the crew, being very neat, kept it clean by
some regulations of their own, such as having a large spitbox always
under the steps and between the bits, and obliging every man to hang
up his wet clothes, etc. In addition to this, it was holystoned
every Saturday morning. In the after part of the ship was a handsome
cabin, a dining-room, and a trade-room, fitted out with shelves and
furnished with all sorts of goods. Between these and the forecastle
was the "betweendecks," as high as the gun deck of a frigate; being
six feet and a half, under the beams. These between-decks were
holystoned regularly, and kept in the most perfect order; the
carpenter's bench and tools being in one part, the sailmaker's in
another, and boat-swain's locker, with the spare rigging, in a
third. A part of the crew slept here, in hammocks swung fore and aft
from the beams, and triced up every morning. The sides of the
between-decks were clapboarded, the knees and stanchions of iron,
and the latter made to unship. The crew said she was as tight as a
drum, and a fine sea boat, her only fault being, that of most fast
ships,- that she was wet, forward. When she was going, as she
sometimes would, eight or nine knots on a wind, there would not be a
dry spot forward of the gangway. The men told great stories of her
sailing, and had great confidence in her as a "lucky ship." She was
seven years old, and had always been in the Canton trade, and never
had met with an accident of any consequence, and had never made a
passage that was not shorter than the average. The third mate, a young
man of about eighteen years of age, nephew of one of the owners, had
been in the ship from a small boy, and "believed in the ship;" and the
chief mate thought more of her than he would of a wife and family.
The ship lay about a week longer in port, when, having discharged
her cargo and taken in ballast, she prepared to get under weigh. I now
made my application to the captain to go on board. He told me that I
could go home in the ship when she sailed (which I knew before);
and, finding that I wished to be on board while she was on the
coast, said he had no objection, if I could find one of my own age
to exchange with me, for the time. This, I easily accomplished, for
they were glad to change the scene by a few months on shore, and,
moreover, escape the winter and the southeasters; and I went on
board the next day, with my chest and hammock, and found myself once
more afloat.
CHAPTER XXIII
NEW SHIP AND SHIPMATES--MY WATCHMATE
Tuesday, Sept. 8th. This was my first day's duty on board the
ship; and though a sailor's life is a sailor's life wherever it may
be, yet I found everything very different here from the customs of the
brig Pilgrim. After all hands were called, at daybreak, three
minutes and a half were allowed for every man to dress and come on
deck, and if any were longer than that, they were sure to be
overhauled by the mate, who was always on deck, and making himself
heard all over the ship. The head-pump was then rigged, and the
decks washed down by the second and third mates; the chief mate
walking the quarter-deck and keeping a general supervision, but not
deigning to touch a bucket or a brush. Inside and out, fore and aft,
upper deck and between decks, steerage and forecastle, rail, bulwarks,
and water-ways, were washed, scrubbed and scraped with brooms and
canvas, and the decks were wet and sanded all over, and then
holystoned. The holystone is a large, soft stone, smooth on the
bottom, with long ropes attached to each end, by which the crew keep
it sliding fore and aft, over the wet, sanded decks. Smaller
hand-stones, which the sailors call "prayer-books," are used to
scrub in among the crevices and narrow places, where the large
holystone will not go. An hour or two, we were kept at this work, when
the head-pump was manned, and all the sand washed off the decks and
sides. Then came swabs and squilgees; and after the decks were dry,
each one went to his particular morning job. There were five boats
belonging to the ship,- launch, pinnace, jolly-boat, larboard
quarter-boat, and gig,- each of which had a coxswain, who had charge
of it, and was answerable for the order and cleanness of it. The
rest of the cleaning was divided among the crew; one having the
brass and composition work about the capstan; another the bell,
which was of brass, and kept as bright as a gilt button; a third,
the harness-cask; another, the man-rope stanchions; others, the
steps of the forecastle and hatchways, which were hauled up and
holystoned. Each of these jobs must be finished before breakfast; and,
in the meantime, the rest of the crew filled the scuttle-butt, and the
cook scraped his kids (wooden tubs out of which the sailors eat) and
polished the hoops, and placed them before the galley, to await
inspection. When the decks were dry, the lord paramount made his
appearance on the quarter-deck, and took a few turns, when eight bells
were struck, and all hands went to breakfast. Half an hour was allowed
for breakfast, when all hands were called again; the kids, pots,
bread-bags, etc., stowed away; and, this morning, preparations were
made for getting under weigh. We paid out on the chain by which we
swung; hove in on the other; catted the anchor; and hove short on
the first. This work was done in shorter time than was usual on
board the brig; for though everything was more than twice as large and
heavy, the cat-block being as much as a man could lift, and the
chain as large as three of the Pilgrim's, yet there was a plenty of
room to move about in, more discipline and system, more men, and more
good will. Every one seemed ambitious to do his best: officers and men
knew their duty, and all went well. As soon as she was hove short, the
mate, on the forecastle, gave the order to loose the sails, and, in an
instant, every one sprung into the rigging, up the shrouds, and out on
the yards, scrambling by one another;- the first up the best fellow,-
cast off the yard-arm gaskets and bunt gaskets, and one man remained
on each yard, holding the bunt jigger with a turn round the tye, all
ready to let go, while the rest laid down to man the sheets and
halyards. The mate then hailed the yards- "All ready forward?"- "All
ready the cross-jack yards?" etc., etc., and "Aye, aye, sir!" being
returned from each, the word was given to let go; and in the twinkling
of an eye, the ship, which had shown nothing but her bare yards, was
covered with her loose canvas, from the royal-mast-heads to the decks.
Every one then laid down, except one man in each top, to overhaul
the rigging, and the topsails were hoisted and sheeted home; all three
yards going to the mast-head at once, the larboard watch hoisting
the fore, the starboard watch the main, and five light hands, (of whom
I was one,) picked from the two watches, the mizen. The yards were
then trimmed, the anchor weighed, the cat-block hooked on, the fall
stretched out, manned by "all hands and the cook," and the anchor
brought to the head with "cheerily men!" in full chorus. The ship
being now under weigh, the light sails were set, one after another,
and she was under full sail, before she had passed the sandy point.
The fore royal, which fell to my lot, (being in the mate's watch,) was
more than twice as large as that of the Pilgrim, and, though I could
handle the brig's easily, I found my hands full, with this, especially
as there were no jacks to the ship; everything being for neatness, and
nothing left for Jack to hold on by, but his eyelids.
As soon as we were beyond the point, and all sail out, the order was
given, "Go below the watch!" and the crew said that, ever since they
had been on the coast, they had had "watch and watch," while going
from port to port; and, in fact, everything showed that, though strict
discipline was kept, and the utmost was required of every man, in
the way of his duty, yet, on the whole, there was very good usage on
board. Each one knew that he must be a man, and show himself smart
when at his duty, yet every one was satisfied with the usage; and a
contented crew, agreeing with one another, and finding no fault, was a
contrast indeed with the small, hard-used, dissatisfied, grumbling,
desponding crew of the Pilgrim.
It being the turn of our watch to go below, the men went to work,
mending their clothes, and doing other little things for themselves;
and I, having got my wardrobe in complete order at San Diego, had
nothing to do but to read. I accordingly overhauled the chests of
the crew, but found nothing that suited me exactly, until one of the
men said he had a book which "told all about a great highwayman," at
the bottom of his chest, and producing it, I found, to my surprise and
joy, that it was nothing else than Bulwer's Paul Clifford. This, I
seized immediately, and going to my hammock, lay there, swinging and
reading, until the watch was out. The between-decks were clear, the
hatchways open, and a cool breeze blowing through them, the ship under
easy way, and everything comfortable. I had just got well into the
story, when eight bells were struck, and we were all ordered to
dinner. After dinner came our watch on deck for four hours, and, at
four o'clock, I went below again. turned into my hammock, and read
until the dog watch. As no lights were allowed after eight o'clock,
there was no reading in the night watch. Having light winds and calms,
we were three days on the passage, and each watch below, during the
daytime, I spent in the same manner, until I had finished my book. I
shall never forget the enjoyment I derived from it. To come across
anything with the slightest claims to literary merit, was so
unusual, that this was a perfect feast to me. The brilliancy of the
book, the succession of capital hits, lively and characteristic
sketches, kept me in a constant state of pleasing sensations. It was
far too good for a sailor. I could not expect such fine times to
last long.
While on deck, the regular work of the ship went on. The sailmaker
and carpenter worked between decks, and the crew had their work to
do upon the rigging, drawing yarns, making spun-yarn, etc., as usual
in merchantmen. The night watches were much more pleasant than on
board the Pilgrim. There, there were so few in a watch, that, one
being at the wheel, and another on the look-out, there was no one left
to talk with; but here, we had seven in a watch, so that we had long
yarns, in abundance. After two or three night watches, I became
quite well acquainted with all the larboard watch. The sailmaker was
the head man of the watch, and was generally considered most
experienced seaman on board. He was a thoroughbred old
man-of-war's-man, had been to sea twenty-two years, in all kinds of
vessels- men-of-war, privateers, slavers, and merchantmen;- everything
except whalers, which a thorough sailor despises, and will always
steer clear of, if he can. He had, of course, been in all parts of the
world, and was remarkable for drawing a long bow. His yarns frequently
stretched through a watch, and kept all hands awake. They were always
amusing from their improbability, and, indeed, he never expected to be
believed, but spun them merely for amusement; and as he had some humor
and a good supply of man-of-war slang and sailor's salt phrases, he
always made fun. Next to him in age and experience, and, of course, in
standing in the watch, was an English-man, named Harris, of whom I
shall have more to say hereafter. Then, came two or three Americans,
who had been the common run of European and South American voyages,
and one who had been in a "spouter," and, of course, had all the
whaling stories to himself. Last of all, was a broad-backed,
thick-headed boy from Cape Cod, who had been in mackerel schooners,
and was making his first voyage in a square-rigged vessel. He was born
in Hingham, and of course was called "Bucketmaker." The other watch
was composed of about the same number. A tall, fine-looking Frenchman,
with coal-black whiskers and curly hair, a first-rate seaman, and
named John, (one name is enough for a sailor,) was the head man of the
watch. Then came two Americans (one of whom had been a dissipated
young man of property and family, and was reduced to duck trowsers and
monthly wages,) a German, an English lad, named Ben, who belonged on
the mizen topsail yard with me, and was a good sailor for his years,
and two Boston boys just from the public schools. The carpenter
sometimes mustered in the starboard watch, and was an old sea-dog, a
Swede by birth, and accounted the best helmsman in the ship. This was
our ship's company, beside cook and steward, who were blacks, three
mates, and the captain.
The second day out, the wind drew ahead, and we had to beat up the
coast; so that, in tacking ship, I could see the regulations of the
vessel. Instead of going wherever was most convenient, and running
from place to place, wherever work was to be done, each man had his
station. A regular tacking and wearing bill was made out. The chief
mate commanded on the forecastle, and had charge of the head sails and
the forward part of the ship. Two of the best men in the ship- the
sailmaker from our watch, and John, the Frenchman, from the other,
worked the forecastle. The third mate commanded in the waist, and,
with the carpenter and one man, worked the main tack and bowlines; the
cook, ex-officio, the fore sheet, and the steward the main. The second
mate had charge of the after yards, and let go the lee fore and main
braces. I was stationed at the weather cross-jack braces; three
other light hands at the lee; one boy at the spanker-sheet and guy;
a man and a boy at the main topsail, top-gallant, royal braces; and
all the rest of the crew- men and boys- tailled on to the main brace.
Every one here knew his station, must be there when all hands were
called to put the ship about, and was answerable for every rope
committed to him. Each man's rope must be let go and hauled in at
the order, properly made fast, and neatly coiled away when the ship
was about. As soon as all hands are at their stations, the captain,
who stands on the weather side of the quarter-deck, makes a sign to
the man at the wheel to put it down, and calls out "Helm's a lee'!"
"Helm's a lee'!" answers the mate on the forecastle, and the head
sheets are let go. "Raise tacks and sheets!" says the captain;
"tacks and sheets!" is passed forward, and the fore tack and main
sheet are let go. The next thing is to haul taught for a swing. The
weather cross-jack braces and the lee main braces are each belayed
together upon two pins, and ready to be let go; and the opposite
braces hauled taught. "Main topsail haul!" shouts the captain; the
braces are let go; and if he has taken his time well, the yards
swing round like a top; but if he is too late, or too soon, it is like
drawing teeth. The after yards are then braced up and belayed, the
main sheet hauled aft, the spanker eased over to leeward, and the
men from the braces stand by the head yards. "Let go and haul!" says
the captain; the second mate lets go the weather fore braces, and
the men haul in to leeward. The mate, on the forecastle, looks out for
the head yards. "Well, the fore topsail yard!" "Top-gallant yard's
well!" "Royal yard too much! Haul into windward! So! well that!" "Well
all!" Then the starboard watch board the main tack, and the larboard
watch lay forward and board the fore tack and haul down the jib sheet,
clapping a tackle upon it, if it blows very fresh. The after yards are
then trimmed, the captain generally looking out for them himself.
"Well the cross-jack yard!" "Small pull the main top-gallant yard!"
"Well that!" "Well the mizen top-gallant yard!" "Cross-jack yards
all well!" "Well all aft!" "Haul taught to windward!" Everything being
now trimmed and in order, each man coils up the rigging at his own
station, and the order is given- "Go below the watch!"
During the last twenty-four hours of the passage, we beat off and on
the land, making a tack about once in four hours, so that I had a
sufficient opportunity to observe the working of the ship; and
certainly, it took no more men to brace about this ship's lower yards,
which were more than fifty feet square, than it did those of the
Pilgrim, which were not much more than half the size; so much
depends upon the manner in which the braces run, and the state of
the blocks; and Captain Wilson, of the Ayacucho, who was afterwards
a passenger with us, upon a trip to windward, said he had no doubt
that our ship worked two men lighter than his brig.
Friday, Sept. 11th. This morning, at four o'clock, went below, San
Pedro point being about two leagues ahead, and the ship going on under
studding-sails. In about an hour we were waked up by the hauling of
the chain about decks, and in a few minutes "All hands ahoy!" was
called; and we were all at work, hauling in and making up the
studding-sails, overhauling the chain forward, and getting the anchors
ready. "The Pilgrim is there at anchor," said some one, as we were
running about decks; and taking a moment's look over the rail, I saw
my old friend, deeply laden, lying at anchor inside of the kelp. In
coming to anchor, as well as in tacking, each one had his station
and duty. The light sails were clewed up and furled, the courses
hauled up and the jibs down; then came the topsails in the
buntlines, and the anchor let go. As soon as she was well at anchor,
all hands lay aloft to furl the topsails; and this, I soon found,
was a great matter on board this ship; for every sailor knows that a
vessel is judged of, a good deal, by the furl of her sails. The
third mate, a sailmaker, and the larboard watch went upon the fore
topsail yard; the second mate, carpenter, and the starboard watch upon
the main; and myself and the English lad, and the two Boston boys, and
the young Cape-Cod man, furled the mizen topsail. This sail belonged
to us altogether, to reef and to furl, and not a man was allowed to
come upon our yard. The mate took us under his special care,
frequently making us furl the sail over, three or four times, until we
got the bunt up to a perfect cone, and the whole sail without a
wrinkle. As soon as each sail was hauled up and the bunt made, the
jigger was bent on to the slack of the buntlines, and the bunt
traced up, on deck. The mate then took his place between the
knightheads to "twig" the fore, on the windlass to twig the main,
and at the foot of the mainmast, for the mizen; and if anything was
wrong,- too much bunt on one side, clews too taught or too slack, or
any sail abaft the yard,- the whole must be dropped again. When all
was right, the bunts were triced well up, the yard-arm gaskets passed,
so as not to leave a wrinkle forward of the yard- short gaskets with
turns close together.
From the moment of letting go the anchor, when the captain ceases
his care of things, the chief mate is the great man. With a voice like
a young lion, he was hallooing and bawling, in all directions,
making everything fly, and, at the same time, doing everything well.
He was quite a contrast to the worthy, quiet, unobtrusive mate of
the Pilgrim; not so estimable a man, perhaps, but a far better mate of
a vessel; and the entire change in Captain T---'s conduct, since he
took command of the ship, was owing, no doubt, in a great measure, to
this fact. If the chief officer wants force, discipline slackens,
everything gets out of joint, the captain interferes continually; that
makes a difficulty between them, which encourages the crew, and the
whole ends in a three-sided quarrel. But Mr. Brown (the mate of the
Alert) wanted no help from anybody; took everything into his own
hands; and was more likely to encroach upon the authority of the
master, than to need any spurring. Captain T--- gave his directions to
the mate in private, and, except in coming to anchor, getting under
weigh, tacking, reefing topsails, and other "all-hands-work," seldom
appeared in person. This is the proper state of things, and while this
lasts, and there is a good understanding aft, everything will go on
well.
Having furled all the sails, the royal yards were next to be sent
down. The English lad and myself sent down the main, which was
larger than the Pilgrim's main top-gallant yard; two more light hands,
the fore; and one boy, the mizen. This order, we always kept while
on the coast; sending them up and down every time we came in and
went out of port. They were all tripped and lowered together, the main
on the starboard side, and the fore and mizen, to port. No sooner
was she all snug, than tackles were got up on the yards and stays, and
the long-boat and pinnace hove out. The swinging booms were then guyed
out, and the boats made fast by geswarps, and everything in harbor
style. After breakfast, the hatches were taken off, and all got
ready to receive hides from the Pilgrim. All day, boats were passing
and repassing, until we had taken her hides from her, and left her
in ballast trim. These hides made but little show in our hold,
though they had loaded the Pilgrim down to the water's edge. This
changing of the hides settled the question of the destination of the
two vessels, which had been one of some speculation to us. We were
to remain in the leeward ports, while the Pilgrim was to sail, the
next morning, for San Francisco. After we had knocked off work, and
cleared up decks for the night, my friend S--- came on board, and
spent an hour with me in our berth between decks. The Pilgrim's crew
envied me my place on board the ship, and seemed to think that I had
got a little to windward of them; especially in the matter of going
home first. S--- was determined to go home on the Alert, by begging or
buying; if Captain T--- would not let him come on other terms, he
would purchase an exchange with some one of the crew. The prospect
of another year after the Alert should sail, was rather "too much of
the monkey." About seven o'clock, the mate came down into the
steerage, in fine trim for fun, roused the boys out of the berth,
turned up the carpenter with his fiddle, sent the steward with
lights to put in the between-decks, and set all hands to dancing.
The between-decks were high enough to allow of jumping; and being
clear, and white, from holystoning, made a fine dancing-hall. Some
of the Pilgrim's crew were in the forecastle, and we all turned-to and
had a regular sailor's shuffle, till eight bells. The Cape-Cod boy
could dance the true fisherman's jig, barefooted, knocking with his
heels, and slapping the decks with his bare feet, in time with the
music. This was a favorite amusement of the mate's, who always stood
at the steerage door, looking on, and if the boys would not dance,
he hazed them round with a rope's end, much to the amusement of the
men.
The next morning, according to the orders of the agent, the
Pilgrim set sail for the windward, to be gone three or four months.
She got under weigh with very little fuss, and came so near us as to
throw a letter on board, Captain Faucon standing at the tiller
himself, and steering her as he would a mackerel smack. When Captain
T--- was in command of the Pilgrim, there was as much preparation
and ceremony as there would be in getting a seventy-four under
weigh. Captain Faucon was a sailor, every inch of him; he knew what
a ship was, and was as much at home in one, as a cobbler in his stall.
I wanted no better proof of this than the opinion of the ship's
crew, for they had been six months under his command, and knew what he
was; and if sailors allow their captain to be a good seaman, you may
be sure he is one, for that is a thing they are not always ready to
say.
After the Pilgrim left us, we lay three weeks at San Pedro, from the
11th of September until the 2nd of October, engaged in the usual
port duties of landing cargo, taking off hides, etc., etc. These
duties were much easier, and went on much more agreeably, than on
board the Pilgrim. "The more, the merrier," is the sailor's maxim; and
a boat's crew of a dozen could take off all the hides brought down
in a day, without much trouble, by division of labor; and on shore, as
well as on board, a good will, and no discontent or grumbling, make
everything go well. The officer, too, who usually went with us, the
third mate, was a fine young fellow, and made no unnecessary
trouble; so that we generally had quite a sociable time, and were glad
to be relieved from the restraint of the ship. While here, I often
thought of the miserable, gloomy weeks we had spent in this dull
place, in the brig; discontent and hard usage on board, and four hands
to do all the work on shore. Give me a big ship. There is more room,
more hands, better outfit, better regulation, more life, and more
company. Another thing was better arranged here: we had a regular
gig's crew. A light whale-boat, handsomely painted, and fitted out
with stern seats, yoke, tiller-ropes, etc., hung on the starboard
quarter, and was used as the gig. The youngest lad in the ship, a
Boston boy about thirteen years old, was coxswain of this boat, and
had the entire charge of her, to keep her clean, and have her in
readiness to go and come at any hour. Four light hands, of about the
same size and age, of whom I was one, formed the crew. Each had his
oar and seat numbered, and we were obliged to be in our places, have
our oars scraped white, our tholepins in, and the fenders over the
side. The bow-man had charge of the boat-hook and painter, and the
coxswain of the rudder, yoke, and stern-sheets. Our duty was to
carry the captain and agent about, and passengers off and on; which
last was no trifling duty, as the people on shore have no boats, and
every purchaser, from the boy who buys his pair of shoes, to the
trader who buys his casks and bales, were to be taken off and on, in
our boat. Some days, when people were coming and going fast, we were
in the boat, pulling off and on, all day long, with hardly time for
our meals; making, as we lay nearly three miles from shore, from forty
to fifty miles rowing in a day. Still, we thought it the best berth in
the ship; for when the gig was employed, we had nothing to do with the
cargo, except small bundles which the passengers carried with them,
and no hides to carry, besides the opportunity of seeing everybody,
making acquaintances, hearing the news, etc. Unless the captain or
agent were in the boat, we had no officer with us, and often had
fine times with the passengers, who were always willing to talk and
joke with us. Frequently, too, we were obliged to wait several hours
on shore; when we would haul the boat up on the beach, and leaving one
to watch her, go up to the nearest house, or spend the time in
strolling about the beach, picking up shells, or playing hopscotch,
and other games, on the hard sand. The rest of the crew never left the
ship, except for bringing heavy goods and taking off hides; and though
we were always in the water, the surf hardly leaving us a dry thread
from morning till night, yet we were young, and the climate was
good, and we thought it much better than the quiet, hum-drum drag
and pull on board ship. We made the acquaintance of nearly half of
California; for, besides carrying everybody in our boat,- men, women,
and children,- all the messages, letters, and light packages went by
us, and being known by our dress, we found a ready reception
everywhere.
At San Pedro, we had none of this amusement, for, there being but
one house in the place, we, of course, had but little company. All the
variety that I had, was riding, once a week, to the nearest rancho, to
order a bullock down for the ship.
The brig Catalina came in from San Diego, and being bound up to
windward, we both got under weigh at the same time, for a trial of
speed up to Santa Barbara, a distance of about eighty miles. We hove
up and got under sail about eleven o'clock at night, with a light
land-breeze, which died away toward morning, leaving us becalmed
only a few miles from our anchoring-place. The Catalina, being a small
vessel, of less than half our size, put out sweeps and got a boat
ahead, and pulled out to sea, during the night, so that she had the
sea-breeze earlier and stronger than we did, and we had the
mortification of seeing her standing up the coast, with a fine breeze,
the sea all ruffled about her, while we were becalmed, in-shore.
When the sea-breeze died away, she was nearly out of sight; and,
toward the latter part of the afternoon, the regular north-west wind
set in fresh, we braced sharp upon it, took a pull at every sheet,
tack, and halyard, and stood after her, in fine style, our ship
being very good upon a taughtened bowline. We had nearly five hours of
fine sailing, beating up to windward, by long stretches in and off
shore, and evidently gaining upon the Catalina at every tack. When
this breeze left us, we were so near as to count the painted ports
on her side. Fortunately, the wind died away when we were on our
inward tack, and she on her outward, so we were in-shore, and caught
the land-breeze first, which came off upon our quarter, about the
middle of the first watch. All hands were turned-up, and we set all
sail, to the skysails and the royal studding-sails; and with these, we
glided quietly through the water, leaving the Catalina, which could
not spread so much canvas as we, gradually astern, and, by daylight,
were off St. Buenaventura, and our antagonist nearly out of sight. The
sea-breeze, however, favored her again, while we were becalmed under
the headland, and laboring slowly along, she was abreast of us by
noon. Thus we continued, ahead, astern, and abreast of one another,
alternately; now, far out at sea, and again, close in under the shore.
On the third morning, we came into the great bay of Santa Barbara, two
hours behind the brig, and thus lost the bet; though, if the race
had been to the point, we should have beaten her by five or six hours.
This, however, settled the relative sailing of the vessels, for it was
admitted that although she, being small and light, could gain upon
us in very light winds, yet whenever there was breeze enough to set us
agoing, we walked away from her like hauling in a line; and in beating
to windward, which is the best trial of a vessel, we had much the
advantage of her.
Sunday, Oct. 4th. This was the day of our arrival; and somehow or
other, our captain always managed not only to sail, but to come into
port, on a Sunday. The main reason for sailing on the Sabbath is
not, as many people suppose, because Sunday is thought a lucky day,
but because it is a leisure day. During the six days, the crew are
employed upon the cargo and other ship's works, and the Sabbath, being
their only day of rest, whatever additional work can be thrown into
Sunday, is so much gain to the owners. This is the reason of our
coasters, packets, etc., sailing on the Sabbath. They get six good
days' work out of the crew, and then throw all the labor of sailing
into the Sabbath. Thus it was with us, nearly all the time we were
on the coast, and many of our Sabbaths were lost entirely to us. The
Catholics on shore have no trading and make no journeys on Sunday, but
the American has no national religion, and likes to show his
independence of priestcraft by doing as he chooses on the Lord's day.
Santa Barbara looked very much as it did when I left it five
months before: the long sand beach, with the heavy rollers, breaking
upon it in a continual roar, and the little town, imbedded on the
plain, girt by its amphitheatre of mountains. Day after day, the sun
shone clear and bright upon the wide bay and the red roofs of the
houses; everything being as still as death, the people really hardly
seeming to earn their sun-light. Daylight actually seemed thrown
away upon them. We had a few visitors, and collected about a hundred
hides, and every night, at sundown, the gig was sent ashore, to wait
for the captain, who spent his evenings in the town. We always took
our monkey-jackets with us, and flint and steel, and made a fire on
the beach with the driftwood and the bushes we pulled from the
neighboring thickets, and lay down by it, on the sand. Sometimes we
would stray up to the town, if the captain was likely to stay late,
and pass the time at some of the houses, in which we were almost
always well received by the inhabitants. Sometimes earlier and
sometimes later, the captain came down; when, after a good drenching
in the surf, we went aboard, changed our clothes, and turned in for
the night- yet not for all the night, for there was the anchor watch
to stand.
This leads me to speak of my watchmate for nine months- and, taking
him all in all, the most remarkable man I have ever seen- Tom
Harris. An hour, every night, while lying in port, Harris and myself
had the deck to ourselves, and walking fore and aft, night after
night, for months, I learned his whole character and history, and more
about foreign nations, the habits of different people, and
especially the secrets of sailors' lives and hardships, and also of
practical seamanship, (in which he was abundantly capable of
instructing me,) than I could ever have learned elsewhere. But the
most remarkable thing about him, was the power of his mind. His memory
was perfect; seeming to form a regular chain, reaching from his
earliest childhood up to the time I knew him, without one link
wanting. His power of calculation, too, was remarkable. I called
myself pretty quick at figures, and had been through a course of
mathematical studies; but, working by my head, I was unable to keep
within sight of this man, who had never been beyond his arithmetic: so
rapid was his calculation. He carried in his head not only a
log-book of the whole voyage, in which everything was complete and
accurate, and from which no one ever thought of appealing, but also an
accurate registry of all the cargo; knowing, precisely, where each
thing was, and how many hides we took in at every port.
One night, he made a rough calculation of the number of hides that
could be stowed in the lower hold, between the fore and main masts,
taking the depth of hold and breadth of beam, (for he always knew
the dimension of every part of the ship, before he had been a month on
board,) and the average area and thickness of a hide; he came
surprisingly near the number, as it afterwards turned out. The mate
frequently came to him to know the capacity of different parts of
the vessel, so he could tell the sailmaker very nearly the amount of
canvas he would want for each sail in the ship; for he knew the
hoist of every mast, and spread of every sail, on the head and foot,
in feet and inches. When we were at sea, he kept a running account, in
his head, of the ship's way- the number of knots and the courses; and
if the courses did not vary much during the twenty-four hours, by
taking the whole progress, and allowing so many eighths southing or
northing, to so many easting or westing; he would make up his
reckoning just before the captain took the sun at noon, and often came
wonderfully near the mark. Calculation of all kinds was his delight.
He had, in his chest, several volumes giving accounts of inventions in
mechanics, which he read with great pleasure, and made himself
master of. I doubt if he ever forgot anything that he read. The only
thing in the way of poetry that he ever read was Falconer's Shipwreck,
which he was delighted with, and whole pages of which he could repeat.
He knew the name of every sailor that had ever been his shipmate,
and also, of every vessel, captain, and officer, and the principal
dates of each voyage; and a sailor whom he afterwards fell in with,
who had been in a ship with Harris nearly twelve years before, was
very much surprised at having Harris tell him things about himself
which he had entirely forgotten. His facts, whether dates or events,
no one thought of disputing; and his opinions, few of the sailors
dared to oppose; for, right or wrong, he always had the best of the
argument with them. His reasoning powers were remarkable. I have had
harder work maintaining an argument with him in a watch, even when I
knew myself to be right, and he was only doubting, than I ever had
before; not from his obstinacy, but from his acuteness. Give him
only a little knowledge of his subject, and, certainly among all the
young men of my acquaintance and standing at college, there was not
one whom I had not rather meet, than this man. I never answered a
question from him, or advanced an opinion to him, without thinking
more than once. With an iron memory, he seemed to have your whole past
conversation at command, and if you said a thing now which ill
agreed with something said months before, he was sure to have you on
the hip. In fact, I always felt, when with him, that I was with no
common man. I had a positive respect for his powers of mind, and
felt often that if half the pains had been spent upon his education
which are thrown away, yearly, in our colleges, he would have been a
man of great weight in society. Like most self-taught men, he
over-estimated the value of an education; and this, I often told
him, though I profited by it myself; for he always treated me with
respect, and often unnecessarily gave way to me, from an over-estimate
of my knowledge. For the intellectual capacities of all the rest of
the crew, captain and all, he had the most sovereign contempt. He
was a far better sailor, and probably a better navigator, than the
captain, and had more brains than all the after part of the ship put
together. The sailors said, "Tom's got a head as long as the
bowsprit," and if any one got into an argument with him, they would
call out- "Ah, Jack! you'd better drop that, as you would a hot
potato, for Tom will turn you inside out before you know it."
I recollect his posing me once on the subject of the Corn Laws. I
was called to stand my watch, and, coming on deck, found him there
before me; and we began, as usual, to walk fore and aft, in the waist.
He talked about the Corn Laws; asked me my opinion about them, which I
gave him; and my reasons; my small stock of which I set forth to the
best advantage, supposing his knowledge on the subject must be less
than mine, if, indeed, he had any at all. When I had got through, he
took the liberty of differing from me, and, to my surprise, brought
arguments and facts connected with the subject which were new to me,
to which I was entirely unable to reply. I confessed that I knew
almost nothing of the subject, and expressed my surprise at the extent
of his information. He said that, a number of years before, while at a
boarding-house in Liverpool, he had fallen in with a pamphlet on the
subject, and, as it contained calculations, had read it very
carefully, and had ever since wished to find some one who could add to
his stock of knowledge on the question. Although it was many years
since he had seen the book, and it was a subject with which he had
no previous acquaintance, yet he had the chain of reasoning, founded
upon principles of political economy, perfect in his memory; and his
facts, so far as I could judge, were correct; at least, he stated them
with great precision. The principles of the steam engine, too, he
was very familiar with, having been several months on board of a
steamboat, and made himself master of its secrets. He knew every lunar
star in both hemispheres, and was a perfect master of his quadrant and
sextant. Such was the man, who, at forty, was still a dog before the
mast, at twelve dollars a month. The reason of this was to be found in
his whole past life, as I had it, at different times, from himself.
He was an Englishman, by birth, a native of Ilfracomb, in
Devonshire. His father was skipper of a small coaster, from Bristol,
and dying, left him, when quite young, to the care of his mother, by
whose exertions he received a common-school education, passing his
winters at school and his summers in the coasting trade, until his
seventeenth year, when he left home to go upon foreign voyages. Of his
mother, he often spoke with the greatest respect, and said that she
was a strong-minded woman, and had the best system of education he had
ever known; a system which had made respectable men of his three
brothers, and failed only in him, from his own indomitable
obstinacy. One thing he often mentioned, in which he said his mother
differed from all other mothers that he had ever seen disciplining
their children; that was, that when he was out of humor and refused to
eat, instead of putting his plate away, as most mothers would, and
saying that his hunger would bring him to it, in time, she would stand
over him and oblige him to eat it- every mouthful of it. It was no
fault of hers that he was what I saw him; and so great was his sense
of gratitude for her efforts, though unsuccessful, that he determined,
at the close of the voyage, to embark for home with all the wages he
should get, to spend with and for his mother, if perchance he should
find her alive.
After leaving home, he had spent nearly twenty years, sailing upon
all sorts of voyages, generally out of the ports of New York and
Boston. Twenty years of vice! Every sin that a sailor knows, he had
gone to the bottom of. Several times he had been hauled up in the
hospitals, and as often, the great strength of his constitution had
brought him out again in health. Several times, too, from his known
capacity, he had been promoted to the office of chief mate, and as
often, his conduct when in port, especially his drunkenness, which
neither fear nor ambition could induce him to abandon, put him back
into the forecastle. One night, when giving me an account of his life,
and lamenting the years of manhood he had thrown away, he said that
there, in the forecastle, at the foot of the steps- a chest of old
clothes- was the result of twenty-two years of hard labor and
exposure- worked like a horse, and treated like a dog. As he grew
older, he began to feel the necessity of some provision for his
later years, and came gradually to the conviction that rum had been
his worst enemy. One night, in Havana, a young shipmate of his was
brought aboard drunk, with a dangerous gash in his head, and his money
and new clothes stripped from him. Harris had seen and been in
hundreds of such scenes as these, but in his then state of mind, it
fixed his determination, and he resolved never to taste another drop
of strong drink, of any kind. He signed no pledge, and made no vow,
but relied on his own strength of purpose. The first thing with him
was a reason, and then a resolution, and the thing was done. The date
of his resolution he knew, of course, to the very hour. It was three
years before I knew him, and during all that time, nothing stronger
than cider or coffee had passed his lips. The sailors never thought of
enticing Tom to take a glass, any more than they would of talking to
the ship's compass. He was now a temperate man for life, and capable
of filling any berth in a ship, and many a high station there is on
shore which is held by a meaner man.
He understood the management of a ship upon scientific principles,
and could give the reason for hauling every rope; and a long
experience, added to careful observation at the time, and a perfect
memory, gave him a knowledge of the expedients and resorts in times of
hazard, which was remarkable, and for which I became much indebted
to him, as he took the greatest pleasure in opening his stores of
information to me, in return for what I was able to do for him.
Stories of tyranny and hardship which had driven men to piracy;- of
the incredible ignorance of masters and mates, and of horrid brutality
to the sick, dead, and dying; as well as of the secret knavery and
impositions practised upon seamen by connivance of the owners,
landlords, and officers; all these he had, and I could not but believe
them; for men who had known him for fifteen years had never taken
him even in an exaggeration, and, as I have said, his statements
were never disputed. I remember, among other things, his speaking of a
captain whom I had known by report, who never handed a thing to a
sailor, but put it on deck and kicked it to him; and of another, who
was of the best connections in Boston, who absolutely murdered a lad
from Boston that went out with him before the mast to Sumatra, by
keeping him hard at work while ill of the coast fever, and obliging
him to sleep in the close steerage. (The same captain has since died
of the same fever on the same coast.)
In fact, taking together all that I learned from him of
seamanship, of the history of sailors' lives, of practical wisdom, and
of human nature under new circumstances,- a great history from which
many are shut out,- I would not part with the hours I spent in the
watch with that man for any given hours of my life passed in study and
social intercourse.
CHAPTER XXIV
SAN DIEGO AGAIN--A DESCENT--HURRIED DEPARTURE--A NEW SHIPMATE
Sunday, Oct. 11th. Set sail this morning for the leeward; passed
within sight of San Pedro, and, to our great joy, did not come to
anchor, but kept directly on to San Diego, where we arrived and moored
ship on.
Thursday, Oct. 15th. Found here the Italian ship La Rosa, from the
windward, which reported the brig Pilgrim at San Francisco, all
well. Everything was as quiet here as usual. We discharged our
hides, horns, and tallow, and were ready to sail again on the
following Sunday. I went ashore to my old quarters, and found the gang
at the hide-house going on in the even tenor of their way, and spent
an hour or two, after dark, at the oven, taking a whiff with my old
Kanaka friends, who really seemed glad to see me again, and saluted me
as the Aikane of the Kanakas. I was grieved to find that my poor dog
Bravo was dead. He had sickened and died suddenly, the very day
after I sailed in the Alert.
Sunday was again, as usual, our sailing day, and we got under
weigh with a stiff breeze, which reminded us that it was the latter
part of the autumn, and time to expect south-easters once more. We
beat up against a strong head wind, under reefed top-sails, as far
as San Juan, where we came to anchor nearly three miles from the
shore, with slip-ropes on our cables, in the old south-easter style of
last winter. On the passage up, we had an old sea captain on board,
who had married and settled in California, and had not been on salt
water for more than fifteen years. He was astonished at the changes
and improvements that had been made in ships, and still more at the
manner in which we carried sail; for he was really a little
frightened; and said that while we had top-gallant sails on, he should
have been under reefed topsails. The working of the ship, and her
progress to windward, seemed to delight him, for he said she went to
windward as though she were kedging.
Tuesday, Oct. 20th. Having got everything ready, we set the agent
ashore, who went up to the mission to hasten down the hides for the
next morning. This night we had the strictest orders to look out for
south-easters; and the long, low clouds seemed rather threatening. But
the night passed over without any trouble, and early the next morning,
we hove out the long-boat and pinnace, lowered away the quarter-boats,
and went ashore to bring off our hides. Here we were again, in this
romantic spot; a perpendicular hill, twice the height of the ship's
mast-head, with a single circuitous path to the top, and long sand
beach at its base, with the swell of the whole Pacific breaking high
upon it, and our hides ranged in piles on the overhanging summit.
The captain sent me, who was the only one of the crew that had ever
been there before, to the top, to count the hides and pitch them down.
There I stood again, as six months before, throwing off the hides, and
watching them, pitching and scaling, to the bottom, while the men,
dwarfed by the distance, were walking to and fro on the beach,
carrying the hides, as they picked them up, to the distant boats, upon
the tops of their heads. Two or three boat-loads were sent off, until,
at last, all were thrown down, and the boats nearly loaded again; when
we were delayed by a dozen or twenty hides which had lodged in the
recesses of the hill, and which we could not reach by any missiles, as
the general line of the side was exactly perpendicular, and these
places were caved in, and could not be seen or reached from the top.
As hides are worth in Boston twelve and a half cents a pound, and
the captain's commission was two per cent, he determined not to give
them up; and sent on board for a pair of top-gallant studding-sail
halyards, and requested some one of the crew to go to the top, and
come down by the halyards. The older sailors said the boys, who were
light and active, ought to go, while the boys thought that strength
and experience were necessary. Seeing the dilemma, and feeling
myself to be near the medium of these requisites, I offered my
services, and went up, with one man to tend the rope, and prepared for
the descent.
We found a stake fastened strongly into the ground, and apparently
capable of holding my weight, to which we made one end of the halyards
well fast, and taking the coil, threw it over the brink. The end, we
saw, just reached to a landing-place, from which the descent to the
beach was easy. Having nothing on but shirt, trowsers, and hat, the
common sea-rig of warm weather, I had no stripping to do, and began my
descent, by taking hold of the rope in each hand, and slipping down,
sometimes with hands and feet round the rope, and sometimes breasting
off with one hand and foot against the precipice, and holding on to
the rope with the other. In this way I descended until I came to a
place which shelved in, and in which the hides were lodged. Keeping
hold of the rope with one hand, I scrambled in, and by the other
hand and feet succeeded in dislodging all the hides, and continued
on my way. Just below this place, the precipice projected again, and
going over the projection, I could see nothing below me but the sea
and the rocks upon which it broke, and a few gulls flying in
mid-air. I got down in safety, pretty well covered with dirt; and
for my pains was told, "What a d--d fool you were to risk your life
for a half a dozen hidest"
While we were carrying the hides to the boat, I perceived, what I
had been too busy to observe before, that heavy black clouds were
rolling up from seaward, a strong swell heaving in, and every sign
of a south-easter. The captain hurried everything. The hides were
pitched into the boats; and, with some difficulty, and by wading
nearly up to our armpits, we got the boats through the surf, and began
pulling aboard. Our gig's crew towed the pinnace astern of the gig,
and the launch was towed by six men in the jolly-boat. The ship was
lying three miles off, pitching at her anchor, and the farther we
pulled, the heavier grew the swell. Our boat stood nearly up and
down several times; the pinnace parted her tow-line, and we
expected every moment to see the launch swamped. We at length got
alongside, our boats half full of water; and now came the greatest
difficulty of all,- unloading the boats, in a heavy sea, which
pitched them about so that it was almost impossible to stand in
them; raising them sometimes even with the rail, and again dropping
them below the bends. With great difficulty, we got all the hides
aboard and stowed under hatches, the yard and stay tackles hooked
on, and the launch and pinnace hoisted, checked, and griped. The
quarter-boats were then hoisted up, and we began heaving in on the
chain. Getting the anchor was no easy work in such a sea, but as we
were not coming back to this port, the captain determined not to slip.
The ship's head pitched into the sea, and the water rushed through the
hawse-holes, and the chain surged so as almost to unship the barrel of
the windlass. "Hove short, sir!" said the mate. "Aye, aye! Weather-bit
your chain and loose the topsails! Make sail on her, men- with a
will!" A few moments served to loose the topsails, which were furled
with reefs, to sheet them home, and hoist them up. "Bear a hand!" was
the order of the day; and every one saw the necessity of it, for the
gale was already upon us. The ship broke out her own anchor, which
we catted and fished, after a fashion, and stood off from the
lee-shore against a heavy head sea, under reefed topsails,
fore-topmast staysail and spanker. The fore course was given to her,
which helped her a little; but as she hardly held her own against
the sea which was settling her leeward- "Board the main tack!"
shouted the captain; when the tack was carried forward and taken to
the windlass, and all hands called to the handspikes. The great sail
bellied out horizontally as though it would lift up the main stay; the
blocks rattled and flew about; but the force of machinery was too much
for her. "Heave ho! Heave and pawl! Yo, heave, hearty, ho!" and, in
time with the song, by the force of twenty strong arms, the windlass
came slowly round, pawl after pawl, and the weather clew of the sail
was brought down to the waterways. The starboard watch hauled aft
the sheet, and the ship tore through the water like a mad horse,
quivering and shaking at every joint, and dashing from its head the
foam, which flew off at every blow, yards and yards to leeward. A half
hour of such sailing served our turn, when the clews of the sail
were hauled up, the sail furled, and the ship, eased of her press,
went more quietly on her way. Soon after, the foresail was reefed, and
we mizen-top men were sent up to take another reef in the mizen
topsail. This was the first time I had taken a weather earing, and I
felt not a little proud to sit, astride of the weather yard-arm,
pass the earing, and sing out "Haul out to leeward!" From this time
until we got to Boston, the mate never suffered any one but our own
gang to go upon the mizen topsail yard, either for reefing or furling,
and the young English lad and myself generally took the earings
between us.
Having cleared the point and got well out to sea, we squared away
the yards, made more sail, and stood on, nearly before the wind, for
San Pedro. It blew strong, with some rain, nearly all night, but
fell calm toward morning, and the gale having gone over, we came-to,-
Thursday, Oct. 22d, at San Pedro, in the old south-easter berth, a
league from shore, with a slip-rope on the cable, reefs in the
topsails, and rope-yarns for gaskets. Here we lay ten days, with the
usual boating, hide-carrying, rolling of cargo up the steep hill,
walking barefooted over stones, and getting drenched in salt water.
The third day after our arrival, the Rosa came in from San Juan,
where she went the day after the south-easter. Her crew said it was as
smooth as a mill-pond, after the gale, and she took off nearly a
thousand hides, which had been brought down for us, and which we
lost in consequence of the south-easter. This mortified us; not only
that an Italian ship should have got to windward of us in the trade,
but because every thousand hides went toward completing the forty
thousand which we were to collect before we could say good-by to
California.
While lying here, we shipped one new hand, an Englishman, of about
two or three and twenty, who was quite an acquisition, as he proved to
be a good sailor, could sing tolerably, and, what was of more
importance to me, had a good education, and a somewhat remarkable
history. He called himself George P. Marsh; professed to have been
at sea from a small boy, and to have served his time in the
smuggling trade between Germany and the coasts of France and
England. Thus he accounted for his knowledge of the French language,
which he spoke and read as well as he did English; but his cutter
education would not account for his English, which was far too good to
have been learned in a smuggler; for he wrote an uncommonly handsome
hand, spoke with great correctness, and frequently, when in private
talk with me, quoted from books, and showed a knowledge of the customs
of society, and particularly of the formalities of the various English
courts of law, and of Parliament, which surprised me. Still, he
would give no other account of himself than that he was educated in
a smuggler. A man whom we afterwards fell in with, who had been a
shipmate of George's a few years before, said that he heard at the
boarding-house from which they shipped, that George had been at
college, (probably a naval one, as he knew no Latin or Greek,) where
he learned French and mathematics. He was by no means the man by
nature that Harris was. Harris had made everything of his mind and
character in spite of obstacles; while this man had evidently been
born in a different rank, and educated early in life accordingly,
but had been a vagabond, and done nothing for himself since. What
had been given to him by others, was all that made him to differ
from those about him; while Harris had made himself what he was.
Neither had George the character, strength of mind, acuteness, or
memory of Harris; yet there was about him the remains of a pretty good
education, which enabled him to talk perhaps beyond his brains, and
a high spirit and sense of honor, which years of a dog's life had
not broken. After he had been a little while on board, we learned from
him his remarkable history, for the last two years, which we
afterwards heard confirmed in such a manner, as put the truth of it
beyond a doubt.
He sailed from New York in the year 1833, if I mistake not, before
the mast, in the brig Lascar, for Canton. She was sold in the East
Indies, and he shipped at Manilla, in a small schooner, bound on a
trading voyage among the Ladrone and Pelew Islands. On one of the
latter islands, their schooner was wrecked on a reef, and they were
attacked by the natives, and, after a desperate resistance, in which
all their number except the captain, George, and a boy, were killed or
drowned, they surrendered, and were carried bound, in a canoe, to a
neighboring island. In about a month after this, an opportunity
occurred by which one of their number might get away. I have forgotten
the circumstances, but only one could go, and they yielded to the
captain, upon his promising to send them aid if he escaped. He was
successful in his attempt; got on board an American vessel, went
back to Manilla, and thence to America, without making any effort
for their rescue, or indeed, as George afterwards discovered,
without even mentioning their case to any one in Manilla. The boy that
was with George died, and he being alone, and there being no chance
for his escape, the natives soon treated him with kindness, and even
with attention. They painted him, tattooed his body, (for he would
never consent to be marked in the face or hands,) gave him two or
three wives; and, in fact, made quite a pet of him. In this way, he
lived for thirteen months, in a fine climate, with a plenty to eat,
half naked, and nothing to do. He soon, however, became tired, and
went round the island, on different pretences, to look out for a sail.
One day, he was out fishing in a small canoe with another man, when he
saw a large sail to the windward, about a league and a half off,
passing abreast of the island and standing westward. With some
difficulty, he persuaded the islander to go off with him to the
ship, promising to return with a good supply of rum and tobacco. These
articles, which the islanders had got a taste of from American
traders, were too strong a temptation for the fellow, and he
consented. They paddled off in the track of the ship, and lay-to until
she came down to them. George stepped on board the ship, nearly naked,
painted from head to foot, and in no way distinguishable from his
companion until he began to speak. Upon this, the people on board were
not a little astonished; and, having learned his story, the captain
had him washed and clothed, and sending away the poor astonished
native with a knife or two and some tobacco and calico, took George
with him on the voyage. This was the ship Cabot, of New York,
Captain Low. She was bound to Manilla, from across the Pacific, and
George did seaman's duty in her until her arrival in Manilla, when
he left her, and shipped in a brig bound to the Sandwich Islands. From
Oahu, he came, in the British brig Clementine, to Monterey, as
second officer, where, having some difficulty with the captain, he
left her, and coming down the coast, joined us at San Pedro. Nearly
six months after this, among some papers we received by an arrival
from Boston, we found a letter from Captain Low, of the Cabot,
published immediately upon his arrival at New York, and giving all the
particulars just as we had them from George. The letter was
published for the information of the friends of George, and Captain
Low added, that he left him at Manilla to go to Oahu, and he had heard
nothing of him since.
George had an interesting journal of his adventures in the Pelew
Islands, which he had written out at length, in a handsome hand, and
in correct English.
CHAPTER XXV
RUMORS OF WAR--A SPOUTER--SLIPPING FOR A SOUTH-EASTER--A GALE
Sunday, November 1st. Sailed this day, (Sunday again,) for Santa
Barbara, where we arrived on the 5th. Coming round St. Buenaventura,
and nearing the anchorage, we saw two vessels in port, a large
full-rigged, and a small hermaphrodite brig. The former, the crew said
must be the Pilgrim; but I had been too long in the Pilgrim to be
mistaken in her, and I was right in differing from them; for, upon
nearer approach, her long, low shear, sharp bows, and raking masts,
told quite another story. "Man-of war brig," said some of them;
"Baltimore clipper," said others; the Ayacucho, thought I; and soon
the broad folds of the beautiful banner of St. George,- white field
with blood-red border and cross;- were displayed from her peak. A few
minutes put it beyond a doubt, and we were lying by the side of the
Ayacucho, which had sailed from San Diego about nine months before,
while we were lying there in the Pilgrim. She had since been to
Valparaiso, Callao, and the Sandwich Islands, and had just come upon
the coast. Her boat came on board, bringing Captain Wilson; and in
half an hour the news was all over the ship that there was a war
between the United States and France. Exaggerated accounts reached the
forecastle. Battles had been fought, a large French fleet was in the
Pacific, etc., etc.; and one of the boat's crew of the Ayacucho said
that when they left Callao, a large French frigate and the American
frigate Brandywine, which were lying there, were going outside to have
a battle, and that the English frigate Blonde was to be umpire, and
see fair play. Here was important news for us. Alone, on an
unprotected coast, without an American man-of-war within some
thousands of miles, and the prospect of a voyage home through the
whole length of the Pacific and Atlantic oceans! A French prison
seemed a much more probable place of destination than the good port of
Boston. However, we were too salt to believe every yarn that comes
into the forecastle, and waited to hear the truth of the matter from
higher authority. By means of a supercargo's clerk, I got the
account of the matter, which was, that the governments had
difficulty about the payment of a debt; that war had been threatened
and prepared for, but not actually declared, although it was pretty
generally anticipated. This was not quite so bad, yet was no small
cause of anxiety. But we cared very little about the matter ourselves.
"Happy go lucky" with Jack! We did not believe that a French prison
would be much worse than "hide-droghing" on the coast of California;
and no one who has not been on a long, dull voyage, shut up in one
ship, can conceive of the effect of monotony upon one's thoughts and
wishes. The prospect of a change is like a green spot in a desert, and
the remotest probability of great events and exciting scenes gives a
feeling of delight, and sets life in motion, so as to give a pleasure,
which any one not in the same state would be entirely unable to
account for. In fact, a more jovial night we had not passed in the
forecastle for months. Every one seemed in unaccountably high spirits.
An undefined anticipation of radical changes, of new scenes, and great
doings, seemed to have possessed every one, and the common drudgery of
the vessel appeared contemptible. Here was a new vein opened; a
grand theme of conversation, and a topic for all sorts of discussions.
National feeling was wrought up. Jokes were cracked upon the only
Frenchman in the ship, and comparisons made between "old horse" and
"soup meagre," etc., etc.
We remained in uncertainty as to this war for more than two
months, when an arrival from the Sandwich Islands brought us the
news of an amicable arrangement of the difficulties.
The other vessel which we found in port was the hermaphrodite brig
Avon, from the Sandwich Islands. She was fitted up in handsome
style; fired a gun and ran her ensign up and down at sunrise and
sunset; had a band of four or five pieces of music on board, and
appeared rather like a pleasure yacht than a trader; yet, in
connection with the Loriotte, Clementine, Bolivar, Convoy, and other
small vessels, belonging to sundry Americans at Oahu, she carried on a
great trade- legal and illegal- in otter skins, silks, teas, specie,
etc.
The second day after our arrival, a full-rigged brig came round
the point from the northward, sailed leisurely through the bay, and
stood off again for the south-east, in the direction of the large
island of Catalina. The next day the Avon got under weigh, and stood
in the same direction, bound for San Pedro. This might do for
marines and Californians, but we knew the ropes too well. The brig was
never again seen on the coast, and the Avon arrived at San Pedro in
about a week, with a full cargo of Canton and American goods.
This was one of the means of escaping the heavy duties the
Mexicans lay upon all imports. A vessel comes on the coast, enters a
moderate cargo at Monterey, which is the only custom-house, and
commences trading. In a month or more, having sold a large part of her
cargo, she stretches over to Catalina, or other of the large
uninhabited islands which lie off the coast, in a trip from port to
port, and supplies herself with choice goods from a vessel from
Oahu, which has been lying off and on the islands, waiting for her.
Two days after the sailing of the Avon, the Loriotte came in from
the leeward, and without doubt had also a snatch at the brig's cargo.
Tuesday, Nov. 10th. Going ashore, as usual, in the gig, just
before sundown, to bring off the captain, we found, upon taking in the
captain and pulling off again, that our ship, which lay the farthest
out, had run up her ensign. This meant "Sail ho!" of course, but as we
were within the point we could see nothing. "Give way, boys! Give way!
Lay out on your oars, and long stroke!" said the captain; and
stretching to the whole length of our arms, bending back again, so
that our backs touched the thwarts, we sent her through the water like
a rocket. A few minutes of such pulling opened the islands, one
after another, in range of the point, and gave us a view of the Canal,
where was a ship, under top-gallant sails, standing in, with a light
breeze, for the anchorage. Putting the boat's head in the direction of
the ship, the captain told us to lay out again; and we needed no
spurring, for the prospect of boarding a new ship, perhaps from
home, hearing the news and having something to tell of when we got
back, was excitement enough for us, and we gave way with a will.
Captain Nye, of the Loriotte, who had been an old whaleman, was in the
stern-sheets, and fell mightily into the spirit of it. "Bend your
backs and break your oars!" said he. "Lay me on, Captain Bunker!"
"There she flukes!" and other exclamations, peculiar to whalemen. In
the meantime, it fell flat calm, and being within a couple of miles of
the ship, we expected to board her in a few moments, when a sudden
breeze sprung up, dead ahead for the ship, and she braced up and stood
off toward the islands, sharp on the larboard tack, making good way
through the water. This, of course, brought us up, and we had only
to "ease larboard oars; pull round starboard!" and go aboard the
Alert, with something very like a flea in the ear. There was a light
land-breeze all night, and the ship did not come to anchor until the
next morning. As soon as her anchor was down, we went aboard, and
found her to be the whaleship, Wilmington and Liverpool Packet, of New
Bedford, last from the "off-shore ground," with nineteen hundred
barrels of oil. A "spouter" we knew her to be as soon as we saw her,
by her cranes and boats, and by her stump top-gallant masts, and a
certain slovenly look to the sails, rigging, spars and hull; and
when we got on board, we found everything to correspond,-spouter
fashion. She had a false deck, which was rough and oily, and cut up in
every direction by the chimes of oil casks; her rigging was slack
and turning white; no paint on the spars or blocks; clumsy seizings
and straps without covers, and homeward-bound splices in every
direction. Her crew, too, were not in much better order. Her captain
was a slab-sided, shamble-legged Quaker, in a suit of brown, with a
broad-brimmed hat, and sneaking about decks, like a sheep, with his
head down; and the men looked more like fishermen and farmers than
they did like sailors.
Though it was by no means cold weather, (we having on only our red
shirts and duck trowsers,) they all had on woollen trowsers- not
blue and ship-shape- but of all colors- brown, drab, grey, aye, and
green, with suspenders over their shoulders, and pockets to put
their hands in. This, added to guernsey frocks, striped comforters
about the neck, thick cowhide boots, woollen caps, and a strong,
oily smell, and a decidedly green look, will complete the description.
Eight or ten were on the fore-topsail yard, and as many more in the
main, furling the topsails, while eight or ten were hanging about
the forecastle, doing nothing. This was a strange sight for a vessel
coming to anchor; so we went up to them, to see what was the matter.
One of them, a stout, hearty-looking fellow, held out his leg and said
he had the scurvy; another had cut his hand; and others had got nearly
well, but said that there were plenty aloft to furl the sails, so they
were sogering on the forecastle. There was only one "splicer" on
board, a fine-looking old tar, who was in the bunt of the
fore-topsail. He was probably the only sailor in the ship, before
the mast. The mates, of course, and the boat-steerers, and also two or
three of the crew, had been to sea before, but only whaling voyages;
and the greater part of the crew were raw hands, just from the bush,
as green as cabbages, and had not yet got the hay-seed out of their
heads. The mizen topsail hung in the bunt-lines until everything was
furled forward. Thus a crew of thirty men were half an hour in doing
what would have been done in the Alert with eighteen hands to go
aloft, in fifteen or twenty minutes.
We found they had been at sea six or eight months, and had no news
to tell us; so we left them, and promised to get liberty to come on
board in the evening, for some curiosities, etc. Accordingly, as
soon as we were knocked off in the evening and had got supper, we
obtained leave, took a boat, and went aboard and spent an hour or two.
They gave us pieces of whalebone, and the teeth and other parts of
curious sea animals, and we exchanged books with them- a practice very
common among ships in foreign ports, by which you get rid of the books
you have read and re-read, and a supply of new ones in their stead,
and Jack is not very nice as to their comparative value.
Thursday, Nov. 12th. This day was quite cool in the early part,
and there were black clouds about; but as it was often so in the
morning, nothing was apprehended, and all the captains went ashore
together, to spend the day. Towards noon, the clouds hung heavily over
the mountains, coming half way down the hills that encircle the town
of Santa Barbara, and a heavy swell rolled in from the south-east. The
mate immediately ordered the gig's crew away, and at the same time, we
saw boats pulling ashore from the other vessels. Here was a grand
chance for a rowing match, and every one did his best. We passed the
boats of the Ayacucho and Loriotte, but could gain nothing upon, and
indeed, hardly hold our own with, the long, six-oared boat of the
whale-ship. They reached the breakers before us; but here we had the
advantage of them, for, not being used to the surf, they were
obliged to wait to see us beach our boat, just as, in the same
place, nearly a year before, we, in the Pilgrim, were glad to be
taught by a boat's crew of Kanakas.
We had hardly got the boats beached, and their heads out, before our
old friend, Bill Jackson, the handsome English sailor, who steered the
Loriotte's boat, called out that the brig was adrift; and, sure
enough, she was dragging her anchors, and drifting down into the bight
of the bay. Without waiting for the captain, (for there was no one
on board but the mate and steward,) he sprung into the boat, called
the Kanakas together, and tried to put off. But the Kanakas, though
capital water-dogs, were frightened by their vessel's being adrift,
and by the emergency of the case, and seemed to lose their
faculties. Twice, their boat filled, and came broadside upon the
beach. Jackson swore at them for a parcel of savages, and promised
to flog every one of them. This made the matter no better; when we
came forward, told the Kanakas to take their seats in the boat, and,
going two on each side, walked out with her till it was up to our
shoulders, and gave them a shove, when, giving way with their oars,
they got her safely into the long, regular swell. In the mean time,
boats had put off from our ships and the whaler, and coming all on
board the brig together, they let go the other anchor, paid out chain,
braced the yards to the wind, and brought the vessel up.
In a few minutes, the captains came hurrying down, on the run; and
there was no time to be lost, for the gale promised to be a severe
one, and the surf was breaking upon the beach, three deep, higher
and higher every instant. The Ayacucho's boat, pulled by four Kanakas,
put off first, and as they had no rudder or steering oar, would
probably never have got off, had we not waded out with them, as far as
the surf would permit. The next that made the attempt was the
whale-boat, for we, being the most experienced "beach-combers," needed
no help, and staid till the last. Whalemen make the best boats'
crews in the world for a long pull, but this landing was new to
them, and notwithstanding the examples they had had, they slued
round and were hove up- boat, oars, and men- altogether, high and dry
upon the sand. The second time, they filled, and had to turn their
boat over, and set her off again. We could be of no help to them,
for they were so many as to be in one another's way, without the
addition of our numbers. The third time, they got off, though not
without shipping a sea which drenched them all, and half filled
their boat, keeping them baling, until they reached their ship. We now
got ready to go off, putting the boat's head out; English Ben and I,
who were the largest, standing on each side of the bows, to keep her
"head on" to the sea, two more shipping and manning the two after
oars, and the captain taking the steering oar. Two or three Spaniards,
who stood upon the beach looking at us, wrapped their cloaks about
them, shook their heads, and muttered "Caramba!" They had no taste for
such doings; in fact, the hydrophobia is a national malady, and
shows itself in their persons as well as their actions.
Watching for a "smooth chance," we determined to show the other
boats the way it should be done; and, as soon as ours floated, ran out
with her, keeping her head on, with all our strength, and the help
of the captain's oar, and the two after oarsmen giving way regularly
and strongly, until our feet were off the ground, we tumbled into
the bows, keeping perfectly still, from fear of hindering the
others. For some time it was doubtful how it would go. The boat
stood nearly up and down in the water, and the sea, rolling from under
her, let her fall upon the water with a force which seemed almost to
stave her bottom in. By quietly sliding two oars forward, along the
thwarts, without impeding the rowers, we shipped two bow oars, and
thus, by the help of four oars and the captain's strong arm, we got
safely off, though we shipped several seas, which left us half full of
water. We pulled alongside of the Loriotte, put her skipper on
board, and found her making preparations for slipping, and then pulled
aboard our own ship. Here Mr. Brown, always "on hand," had got
everything ready, so that we had only to hook on the gig and hoist
it up, when the order was given to loose the sails. While we were on
the yards, we saw the Loriotte under weigh, and before our yards
were mast-headed, the Ayacucho had spread her wings, and, with yards
braced sharp up, was standing athwart our hawse. There is no
prettier sight in the world than a full-rigged, clipper-built brig,
sailing sharp on the wind. In a moment, our slip-rope was gone, the
head-yards filled away, and we were off. Next came the whaler; and
in a half an hour from the time when four vessels were lying quietly
at anchor, without a rag out, or a sign of motion, the bay was
deserted, and four white clouds were standing off to sea. Being sure
of clearing the point, we stood off with our yards a little braced in,
while the Ayacucho went off with a taught bowline, which brought her
to windward of us. During all this day, and the greater part of the
night, we had the usual south-easter entertainment, a gale of wind,
variegated and finally topped off with a drenching rain of three or
four hours. At daybreak, the clouds thinned off and rolled away, and
the sun came up clear. The wind, instead of coming out from the
northward, as is usual, blew steadily and freshly from the
anchoring-ground. This was bad for us, for, being "flying light," with
little more than ballast trim, we were in no condition for showing off
on a taught bowline, and had depended upon a fair wind, with which, by
the help of our light sails and studding-sails, we meant to have
been the first at the anchoring-ground; but the Ayacucho was a good
league to windward of us, and was standing in, in fine style. The
whaler, however, was as far to leeward of us, and the Loriotte was
nearly out of sight, among the islands, up the Canal. By hauling every
brace and bowline, and clapping watch-tackles upon all the sheets
and halyards, we managed to hold our own, and drop the leeward vessels
a little in every tack. When we reached the anchoring-ground, the
Ayacucho had got her anchor, furled her sails, squared her yards,
and was lying as quietly as if nothing had happened for the last
twenty-four hours.
We had our usual good luck in getting our anchor without letting
go another, and were all snug, with our boats at the boom-ends, in
half an hour. In about two hours more, the whaler came in, and made
a clumsy piece of work in getting her anchor, being obliged to let
go her best bower, and finally, to get out a kedge and a hawser.
They were heave-ho-ing, stopping and unstopping, pawling, catting, and
fishing, for three hours; and the sails hung from the yards all the
afternoon, and were not furled until sundown. The Loriotte came in
just after dark, and let go her anchor, making no attempt to pick up
the other until the next day.
This affair led to a great dispute as to the sailing of our ship and
the Ayacucho. Bets were made between the captains, and the crews
took it up in their own way; but as she was bound to leeward and we to
windward, and merchant captains cannot deviate, a trial never took
place; and perhaps it was well for us that it did not, for the
Ayacucho had been eight years in the Pacific, in every part of it-
Valparaiso, Sandwich Islands, Canton, California, and all, and was
called the fastest merchantman that traded in the Pacific, unless it
was the brig John Gilpin, and perhaps the ship Ann McKim of Baltimore.
Saturday, Nov. 14th. This day we got under weigh, with the agent and
several Spaniards of note, as passengers, bound up to Monterey. We
went ashore in the gig to bring them off with their baggage, and found
them waiting on the beach, and a little afraid about going off, as the
surf was running very high. This was nuts to us; for we liked to
have a Spaniard wet with salt water; and then the agent was very
much disliked by the crew, one and all; and we hoped, as there was
no officer in the boat, to have a chance to duck them; for we knew
that they were such "marines" that they would not know whether it
was our fault or not. Accordingly, we kept the boat so far from
shore as to oblige them to wet their feet in getting into her; and
then waited for a good high comber, and letting the head slue a little
round, sent the whole force of the sea into the stern-sheets,
drenching them from head to feet. The Spaniards sprang out of the
boat, swore, and shook themselves and protested against trying it
again; and it was with the greatest difficulty that the agent could
prevail upon them to make another attempt. The next time we took care,
and went off easily enough, and pulled aboard. The crew came to the
side to hoist in their baggage, and we gave them the wink, and they
heartily enjoyed the half-drowned looks of the company.
Everything being now ready, and the passengers aboard, we ran up the
ensign and broad pennant, (for there was no man-of-war, and we were
the largest vessel on the coast,) and the other vessels ran up their
ensigns. Having hove short, cast off the gaskets, and made the bunt of
each sail fast by the jigger, with a man on each yard; at the word,
the whole canvas of the ship was loosed, and with the greatest
rapidity possible, everything was sheeted home and hoisted up, the
anchor tripped and catheaded, and the ship under headway. We were
determined to show the "spouter" how things could be done in a smart
ship, with a good crew, though not more than half their number. The
royal yards were all crossed at once, and royals and skysails set,
and, as we had the wind free, the booms were run out, and every one
was aloft, active as cats, laying out on the yards and booms,
reeving the studding-sail gear; and sail after sail the captain
piled upon her, until she was covered with canvas, her sails looking
like a great white cloud resting upon a black speck. Before we doubled
the point, we were going at a dashing rate, and leaving the shipping
far astern. We had a fine breeze to take us through the Canal, as they
call this bay of forty miles long by ten wide. The breeze died away at
night, and we were becalmed all day on Sunday, about half way
between Santa Barbara and Point Conception. Sunday night we had a
light, fair wind, which set us up again; and having a fine
sea-breeze on the first part of Monday, we had the prospect of
passing, without any trouble, Point Conception,- the Cape Horn of
California, where it begins to blow the first of January, and blows
all the year round. Toward the latter part of the afternoon,
however, the regular northwest wind, as usual, set in, which brought
in our studding-sails, and gave us the chance of beating round the
Point, which we were now just abreast of, and which stretched off into
the Pacific, high, rocky and barren, forming the central point of
the coast for hundreds of miles north and south. A cap-full of wind
will be a bag-full here, and before night our royals were furled,
and the ship was laboring hard under her top-gallant sails. At eight
bells our watch went below, leaving her with as much sail as she could
stagger under, the water flying over the forecastle at every plunge.
It was evidently blowing harder, but then there was not a cloud in the
sky, and the sun had gone down bright.
We had been below but a short time, before we had the usual
premonitions of a coming gale: seas washing over the whole forward
part of the vessel, and her bows beating against them with a force and
sound like the driving of piles. The watch, too, seemed very busy
trampling about decks, and singing out at the ropes. A sailor can
always tell, by the sound, what sail is coming in, and, in a short
time, we heard the top-gallant sails come in, one top-gallant sails
come in, one after another, and then the flying jib. This seemed to
ease her a good deal, and we were fast going off to the land of Nod,
when- bang, bang, bang- on the scuttle, and "All hands, reef topsails,
ahoy!" started us out of our berths; and, it not being very cold
weather, we had nothing extra to put on, and were soon on deck. I
shall never forget the fineness of the sight. It was a clear, and
rather a chilly night; the stars were twinkling with an intense
brightness, and as far as the eye could reach, there was not a cloud
to be seen. The horizon met the sea in a defined line. A painter could
not have painted so clear a sky. There was not a speck upon it. Yet it
was blowing great guns from the north-west. When you can see a cloud
to windward, you feel that there is a place for the wind to come from;
but here it seemed to come from nowhere. No person could have told,
from the heavens, by their eyesight alone, that it was not a
summer's night. One reef after another, we took in the topsails, the
sails, and before we could get them hoisted up, we heard a sound
like a short, quick rattling of thunder, and the jib was blown to
atoms out of the bolt-rope. We got the topsails set, and the fragments
of the jib stowed away, and the fore-topmast staysail set in its
place, when the great mainsail gaped open, and the sail ripped from
head to foot. "Lay up on that main-yard and furl the sail, before it
blows to tatters!" shouted the captain; and in a moment, we were up,
gathering the remains of it upon the yard. We got it wrapped, round
the yard, and passed gaskets over it as snugly as possible, and were
just on deck again, when, with another loud rent, which was heard
throughout the ship, the fore-topsail, which had been double-reefed,
split in two, athwartships, just below the reef-band, from earing to
earing. Here again it was down yard, haul out reef-tackles, and lay
out upon the yard for reefing. By hauling the reef-tackles
chock-a-block, we took the strain from the other earings, and
passing the close-reef earing, and knotting the points carefully, we
succeeded in setting the sail, close-reefed.
We had but just got the rigging coiled up, and were waiting to
hear "go below the watch!" when the main royal worked loose from the
gaskets, and blew directly out to leeward, flapping, and shaking the
mast like a wand. Here was a job for somebody. The royal must come
in or be cut adrift, or the mast would be snapped short off. All the
light hands in the starboard watch were sent up, one after another,
but they could do nothing with it. At length, John, the tall
Frenchman, the head of the starboard watch, (and a better sailor never
stepped upon a deck,) sprang aloft, and, by the help of his long
arms and legs, succeeded, after a hard struggle,- the sail blowing
over the yard-arm to leeward, and the skysail blowing directly over
his head'- in smothering it, and frapping it with long pieces of
sinnet. He came very near being blown or shaken from the yard, several
times, but he was a true sailor, every finger a fish-hook. Having made
the sail snug, he prepared to send the yard down, which was a long and
difficult job; for, frequently, he was obliged to stop and hold on
with all his might, for several minutes, the ship pitching so as to
make it impossible to do anything else at that height. The yard at
length came down safe, and after it, the fore and mizen royal-yards
were sent down. All hands were then sent aloft, and for an hour or two
we were hard at work, making the booms well fast; unreeving the
studding-sail and royal and skysail gear; getting rolling-ropes on the
yards; setting up the weather breast-backstays; and making other
preparations for a storm. It was a fine night for a gale; just cool
and bracing enough for quick work, without being cold, and as bright
as day. It was sport to have a gale in such weather as this. Yet it
blew like a hurricane. The wind seemed to come with a spite, an edge
to it, which threatened to scrape us off the yards. The mere force
of the wind was greater than I had ever seen it before; but
darkness, cold, and wet are the worst parts of a storm to a sailor.
Having got on deck again, we looked round to see what time of
night it was, and whose watch. In a few minutes the man at the wheel
struck four bells, and we found that the other watch was out, and
our own half out. Accordingly, the starboard watch went below, and
left the ship to us for a couple of hours, yet with orders to stand by
for a call.
Hardly had they got below, before away went the fore-topmast
staysail, blown to ribbons. This was a small sail, which we could
manage in the watch, so that we were not obliged to call up the
other watch. We laid out upon the bowsprit, where we were under
water half the time, and took in the fragments of the sail, and as she
must have some head sail on her, prepared to bend another staysail. We
got the new one out, into the nettings; seized on the tack, sheets,
and halyards, and the hanks; manned the halyards, cut adrift the
trapping lines, and hoisted away; but before it was half way up the
stay, it was blown all to pieces. When we belayed the halyards,
there was nothing left but the bolt-rope. Now large eyes began to show
themselves in the foresail, and knowing that it must soon go, the mate
ordered us upon the yard to furl it. Being unwilling to call up the
watch who had been on deck all night, he roused out the carpenter,
sailmaker, cook, steward, and other idlers, and, with their help, we
manned the foreyard, and after nearly half an hour's struggle,
mastered the sail, and got it well furled round the yard. The force of
the wind had never been greater than at this moment. In going up the
rigging, it seemed absolutely to pin us down to the shrouds; and on
the yard, there was no such thing as turning a face to windward. Yet
here was no driving sleet, and darkness, and wet, and cold, as off
Cape Horn; and instead of a stiff oil-cloth suit, south-wester caps,
and thick boots, we had on hats, round jackets, duck trowsers, light
shoes, and everything light and easy. All these things make a great
difference to a sailor. When we got on deck, the man at the wheel
struck eight bells, (four o'clock in the morning,) and "All
starbowlines, ahoy!" brought the other watch up. But there was no
going below for us. The gale was now at its height, "blowing like
scissors and thumb-screws;" the captain was on deck; the ship, which
was light, rolling and pitching as though she would shake the long
sticks out of her; and the sail gaping open and splitting, in every
direction. The mizen topsail, which was a comparatively new sail,
and close-reefed, split, from head to foot, in the bunt; the
fore-topsail went, in one rent, from clew to earing, and was blowing
to tatters; one of the chain bobstays parted; the spritsail-yard
sprung in the slings; the martingale had slued away off to leeward;
and, owing to the long dry weather, the lee rigging hung in large
bights, at every lurch. One of the main top-gallant shrouds had
parted; and, to crown all, the galley had got adrift, and gone over to
leeward, and the anchor on the lee bow had worked loose, and was
thumping the side. Here was work enough for all hands for half a
day. Our gang laid on the mizen topsail yard, and after more than half
an hour's hard work, furled the sail, though it bellied out over our
heads, and again, by a slant of the wind blew in under the yard,
with a fearful jerk, and almost threw us off from the foot-ropes.
Double gaskets were passed round the yards, rolling tackles and
other gear bowsed taught, and everything made as secure as could be.
Coming down, we found the rest of the crew just coming down the fore
rigging, having furled the tattered topsail, or, rather, swathed it
round the yard, which looked like a broken limb, bandaged. There was
no sail now on the ship but the spanker and the close-reefed main
topsail, which still held good. But this was too much after sail;
and order was given to furl the spanker. The brails were hauled up,
and all the light hands in the starboard watch sent out on the gaff to
pass the gaskets; but they could do nothing with it. The second mate
swore at them for a parcel of "sogers," and sent up a couple of the
best men; but they could do no better, and the gaff was lowered
down. All hands were now employed in setting up the lee rigging,
fishing the spritsail-yard, lashing the galley, and getting tackles
upon the martingale, to bowse it to windward. Being in the larboard
watch, my duty was forward, to assist in setting up the martingale.
Three of us were out on the martingale guys and back-ropes for more
than half an hour, carrying out, hooking and unhooking the tackles,
several times buried in the seas, until the mate ordered us in, from
fear of our being washed off. The anchors were then to be taken up
on the rail, which kept all hands on the forecastle for an hour,
though every now and then the seas broke over it, washing the
rigging off to leeward, filling the lee scuppers breast high, and
washing chock aft to the taffrail.
Having got everything secure again, we were promising ourselves some
breakfast, for it was now nearly nine o'clock in the forenoon, when
the main topsail showed evident signs of giving way. Some sail must be
kept on the ship, and the captain ordered the fore and main spencer
gaffs to be lowered down, and the two spencers (which were storm
sails, bran new, small, and made of the strongest canvas) to be got up
and bent; leaving the main topsail to blow away, with a blessing on
it, if it would only last until we could set the spencers. These we
bent on very carefully, with strong robands and seizings, and making
tackles fast to the clews, bowsed them down to the water-ways. By this
time the main topsail was among the things that have been, and we went
aloft to stow away the remnant of the last sail of all those which
were on the ship twenty-four hours before. The spencers were now the
only whole sails on the ship, and, being strong and small, and near
the deck, presenting but little surface to the wind above the rail,
promised to hold out well. Hove-to under these, and eased by having no
sail above the tops, the ship rose and fell, and drifted off to
leeward like a line-of-battle ship.
It was now eleven o'clock, and the watch was sent below to get
breakfast, and at eight bells (noon), as everything was snug, although
the gale had not in the least abated, the watch was set, and the other
watch and idlers sent below. For three days and three nights, the gale
continued with unabated fury, and with singular regularity. There
was no lulls, and very little variation in its fierceness. Our ship,
being light, rolled so as almost to send the fore yard-arm under
water, and drifted off bodily, to leeward. All this time there was not
a cloud to be seen in the sky, day or night;- no, not so large as a
man's hand. Every morning the sun rose cloudless from the sea, and set
again at night, in the sea, in a flood of light. The stars, too,
came out of the blue, one after another, night after night,
unobscured, and twinkled as clear as on a still frosty night at
home, until the day came upon them. All this time, the sea was rolling
in immense surges, white with foam, as far as the eye could reach,
on every side, for we were now leagues and leagues from shore.
The between-decks being empty, several of us slept there in
hammocks, which are the best things in the world to sleep in during
a storm; it not being true of them, as it is of another kind of bed,
"when the wind blows, the cradle will rock;" for it is the ship that
rocks, while they always hang vertically from the beams. During
these seventy-two hours we had nothing to do, but to turn in and
out, four hours on deck, and four below, eat, sleep, and keep watch.
The watches were only varied by taking the helm in turn, and now and
then, by one of the sails, which were furled, blowing out of the
gaskets, and getting adrift, which sent us up on the yards; and by
getting tackles on different parts of the rigging, which were slack.
Once, the wheel-rope parted, which might have been fatal to us, had
not the chief mate sprung instantly with a relieving tackle to
windward, and kept the tiller up, till a new one could be rove. On the
morning of the twentieth, at daybreak, the gale had evidently done its
worst, and had somewhat abated; so much so, that all hands were called
to bend new sails, although it was still blowing as hard as two common
gales. One at a time, and with great difficulty and labor, the old
sails were unbent and sent down by the bunt-lines, and three new
topsails, made for the homeward passage round Cape Horn, and which had
never been bent, were got up from the sailroom, and under the care
of the sailmaker, were fitted for bending, and sent up by the halyards
into the tops, and, with stops and frapping lines, were bent to the
yards, close-reefed, sheeted home, and hoisted. These were done one at
a time, and with the greatest care and difficulty. Two spare courses
were then got up and bent in the same manner and furled, and a
storm-jib, with the bonnet off, bent and furied to the boom. It was
twelve o'clock before we got through; and five hours of more
exhausting labor I never experienced; and no one of that ship's
crew, I will venture to say, will ever desire again to unbend and bend
five large sails, in the teeth of a tremendous north-wester. Towards
night, a few clouds appeared in the horizon, and as the gale
moderated, the usual appearance of driving clouds relieved the face of
the sky. The fifth day after the commencement of the storm, we shook a
reef out of each topsail, and set the reefed foresail, jib and
spanker; but it was not until after eight days of reefed topsails that
we had a whole sail on the ship; and then it was quite soon enough,
for the captain was anxious to make up for leeway, the gale having
blown us half the distance to the Sandwich Islands.
Inch by inch, as fast as the gale would permit, we made sail on
the ship, for the wind still continued ahead, and we had many days'
sailing to get back to the longitude we were in when the storm took
us. For eight days more we beat to windward under a stiff
top-gallant breeze, when the wind shifted and became variable. A light
south-easter, to which we could carry a reefed topmast
studding-sail, did wonders for our dead reckoning.
Friday, December 4th, after a passage of twenty days, we arrived
at the mouth of the bay of San Francisco.
CHAPTER XXVI
SAN FRANCISCO--MONTEREY
Our place of destination had been Monterey, but as we were to the
northward of it when the wind hauled a-head, we made a fair wind for
San Francisco. This large bay, which lies in latitude 37 deg. 58', was
discovered by Sir Francis Drake, and by him represented to be (as
indeed it is) a magnificent bay, containing several good harbors,
great depth of water, and surrounded by a fertile and finely wooded
country. About thirty miles from the mouth of the bay, and on the
south-east side, is a high point, upon which the presidio is built.
Behind this, is the harbor in which trading vessels anchor, and near
it, the mission of San Francisco, and a newly begun settlement, mostly
of Yankee Californians, called Yerba Buena, which promises well. Here,
at anchor, and the only vessel, was a brig under Russian colors,
from Asitka, in Russian America, which had come down to winter, and to
take in a supply of tallow and grain, great quantities of which latter
article are raised in the missions at the head of the bay. The
second day after our arrival, we went on board the brig, it being
Sunday, as a matter of curiosity; and there was enough there to
gratify it. Though no larger than the Pilgrim, she had five or six
officers, and a crew of between twenty and thirty; and such a stupid
and greasy-looking set, I certainly never saw before. Although it
was quite comfortable weather, and we had nothing on but straw hats,
shirts, and duck trowsers, and were barefooted, they had, every man of
them, doublesoled boots, coming up to the knees, and well greased;
thick woolen trowsers, frocks, waistcoats, pea-jackets, woolen caps,
and everything in true Nova Zembla rig; and in the warmest days they
made no change. The clothing of one of these men would weigh nearly as
much as that of half our crew. They had brutish faces, looked like the
antipodes of sailors, and apparently dealt in nothing but grease. They
lived upon grease; eat it, drank it, slept in the midst of it, and
their clothes were covered with it. To a Russian, grease is the
greatest luxury. They looked with greedy eyes upon the tallow-bags
as they were taken into the vessel, and, no doubt, would have eaten
one up whole, had not the officer kept watch over it. The grease
seemed actually coming through their pores, and out in their hair, and
on their faces. It seems as if it were this saturation which makes
them stand cold and rain so well. If they were to go into a warm
climate, they would all die of the scurvy.
The vessel was no better than the crew. Everything was in the oldest
and most inconvenient fashion possible; running trusses on the
yards, and large hawser cables, coiled all over the decks, and
served and parcelled in all directions. The topmasts, top-gallant
masts and studding-sail booms were nearly black for want of
scraping, and the decks would have turned the stomach of a
man-of-war's-man. The galley was down in the forecastle; and there the
crew lived, in the midst of the steam and grease of the cooking, in
a place as hot as an oven, and as dirty as a piggy. Five minutes in
the forecastle was enough for us, and we were glad to get into the
open air. We made some trade with them, buying Indian curiosities,
of which they had a great number; such as bead-work, feathers of
birds, fur moccasins, etc. I purchased a large robe, made of the skins
of some animals, dried and sewed nicely together, and covered all over
on the outside with thick downy feathers, taken from the breasts of
various birds, and arranged with their different colors, so as to make
a brilliant show.
A few days after our arrival, the rainy season set in, and, for
three weeks, it rained almost every hour, without cessation. This
was bad for our trade, for the collecting of hides is managed
differently in this port from what it is in any other on the coast.
The mission of San Francisco near the anchorage, has no trade at
all, but those of San Jose, Santa Clara, and others, situated on large
creeks or rivers which run into the bay, and distant between fifteen
and forty miles from the anchorage, do a greater business in hides
than any in California. Large boats, manned by Indians, and capable of
carrying nearly a thousand hides apiece, are attached to the missions,
and sent down to the vessels with hides, to bring away goods in
return. Some of the crews of the vessels are obliged to go and come in
the boats, to look out for the hides and goods. These are favorite
expeditions with the sailors, in fine weather; but now to be gone
three or four days, in open boats, in constant rain, without any
shelter, and with cold food, was hard service. Two of our men went
up to Santa Clara in one of these boats, and were gone three days,
during all which time they had a constant rain, and did not sleep a
wink, but passed three long nights, walking fore and aft the boat,
in the open air. When they got on board, they were completely
exhausted, and took a watch below of twelve hours. All the hides, too,
that came down in the boats, were soaked with water, and unfit to
put below, so that we were obliged to trice them up to dry, in the
intervals of sunshine or wind, upon all parts of the vessel. We got up
tricing-lines from the jib-boom-end to each arm of the fore yard,
and thence to the main and cross-jack yard-arms. Between the tops,
too, and the mast-heads, from the fore to the main swifters, and
thence to the mizen rigging, and in all directions athwartships,
tricing-lines were run, and strung with hides. The head stays and
guys, and the spritsail-yard, were lined, and, having still more, we
got out the swinging booms, and strung them and the forward and
after guys, with hides. The rail, fore and aft, the windlass, capstan,
the sides of the ship, and every vacant place on deck, were covered
with wet hides, on the least sign of an interval for drying. Our
ship was nothing but a mass of hides, from the cat-harpins to the
water's edge, and from the jib-boom-end to the taffrail.
One cold, rainy evening, about eight o'clock, I received orders to
get ready to start for San Jose at four the next morning, in one of
these Indian boats, with four days' provisions. I got my oil-cloth
clothes, south-wester, and thick boots all ready, and turned into my
hammock early, determined to get some sleep in advance, as the boat
was to be alongside before daybreak. I slept on till all hands were
called in the morning; for, fortunately for me, the Indians,
intentionally, or from mistaking their orders, had gone off alone in
the night, and were far out of sight. Thus I escaped three or four
days of very uncomfortable service.
Four of our men, a few days afterwards, went up in one of the
quarter-boats to Santa Clara, to carry the agent, and remained out all
night in a drenching rain, in the small boat, where there was not room
for them to turn round; the agent having gone up to the mission and
left the men to their fate, making no provision for their
accommodation, and not even sending them anything to eat. After
this, they had to pull thirty miles, and when they got on board,
were so stiff that they could not come up the gangway ladder. This
filled up the measure of the agent's unpopularity, and never after
this could he get anything done by any of the crew; and many a delay
and vexation, and many a good ducking in the surf, did he get to pay
up old scores, or "square the yards with the bloody quill-driver."
Having collected nearly all the hides that were to be procured, we
began our preparations for taking in a supply of wood and water, for
both of which, San Francisco is the best place on the coast. A small
island, situated about two leagues from the anchorage, called by us
"Wood Island," and by the Spaniards "Isle de Los Angelos," was covered
with trees to the water's edge; and to this, two of our crew, who were
Kennebec men, and could handle an axe like a plaything, were sent
every morning to cut wood, with two boys to pile it up for them. In
about a week, they had cut enough to last us a year, and the third
mate, with myself and three others, were sent over in a large,
schooner-rigged, open launch, which we had hired of the mission, to
take in the wood, and bring it to the ship. We left the ship about
noon, but, owing to a strong head wind, and a tide, which here runs
four or five knots, did not get into the harbor, formed by two
points of the island, where the boats lie, until sundown. No sooner
had we come-to, than a strong south-easter, which had been threatening
us all day, set in, with heavy rain and a chilly atmosphere. We were
in rather a bad situation: an open boat, a heavy rain, and a long
night; for in winter, in this latitude, it was dark nearly fifteen
hours. Taking a small skiff which we had brought with us, we went
ashore, but found no shelter, for everything was open to the rain, and
collecting a little wood, which we found by lifting up the leaves
and brush, and a few muscles, we put aboard again, and made the best
preparations in our power for passing the night. We unbent the
mainsail, and formed an awning with it over the after part of the
boat, made a bed of wet logs of wood, and, with our jackets on, lay
down, about six o'clock, to sleep. Finding the rain running down
upon us, and our jackets getting wet through, and the rough,
knotty-logs, rather indifferent couches, we turned out; and taking
an iron pan which we brought with us, we wiped it out dry, put some
stones around it, cut the wet bark from some sticks, and striking a
light, made a small fire in the pan. Keeping some sticks near, to dry,
and covering the whole over with a roof of boards, we kept up a
small fire, by which we cooked our muscles, and eat them, rather for
an occupation than from hunger. Still, it was not ten o'clock, and the
night was long before us, when one of the party produced an old pack
of Spanish cards from his monkey-jacket pocket, which we hailed as a
great windfall; and keeping a dim, flickering light by our fagots,
we played game after game, one or two o'clock, when, becoming really
tired, we went to our logs again, one sitting up at a time, in turn,
to keep watch over the fire. Toward morning, the rain ceased, and
the air became sensibly colder, so that we found sleep impossible, and
sat up, watching for daybreak. No sooner was it light than we went
ashore, and began our preparations for loading our vessel. We were not
mistaken in the coldness of the weather, for a white frost was on
the ground, a thing we had never seen before in California, and one or
two little puddles of fresh water were skimmed over with a thin coat
of ice. In this state of the weather and before sunrise, in the grey
of the morning, we had to wade off, nearly up to our hips in water, to
load the skiff with the wood by armsfull. The third mate remained on
board the launch, two more men staid in the skiff, to load and
manage it, and all the water-work, as usual, fell upon the two
youngest of us; and there we were, with frost on the ground, wading
forward and back, from the beach to the boat, with armsfull of wood,
barefooted, and our trowsers rolled up. When the skiff went off with
her load, we could only keep our feet from freezing by racing up and
down the beach on the hard sand, as fast as we could go. We were all
day at this work, and towards sundown, having loaded the vessel as
deep as she would bear, we hove up our anchor, and made sail,
beating out the bay. No sooner had we got into the large bay, than
we found a strong tide setting us out to seaward, a thick fog which
prevented our seeing the ship, and a breeze too light to set us
against the tide; for we were as deep as a sand-barge. By the utmost
exertions, we saved ourselves from being carried out to sea, and
were glad to reach the leewardmost point of the island, where we
came-to, and prepared to pass another night, more uncomfortable than
the first, for we were loaded up to the gunwale, and had only a choice
among logs and sticks for a resting-place. The next morning, we made
sail at slack water, with a fair wind, and got on board by eleven
o'clock, when all hands were turned-to, to unload and stow away the
wood, which took till night.
Having now taken in all our wood, the next morning a waterparty
was ordered off with all the casks. From this we escaped, having had a
pretty good siege with the wooding. The water-party were gone three
days, during which time they narrowly escaped being carried out to
sea, and passed one day on an island, where one of them shot a deer,
great numbers of which overrun the islands and hills of San
Francisco Bay.
While not off, on these wood and water parties, or up the rivers
to the missions, we had very easy times on board the ship. We were
moored, stem and stern, within a cable's length of the shore, safe
from south-easters, and with very little boating to do; and as it
rained nearly all the time, awnings were put over the hatchways, and
all hands sent down between decks, where we were at work, day after
day, picking oakum, until we got enough to caulk the ship all over,
and to last the whole voyage. Then we made a whole suit of gaskets for
the voyage home, a pair of wheel-ropes from strips of green hide,
great quantities of spun-yarn, and everything else that could be
made between decks. It being now mid-winter and in high latitude,
the nights were very long, so that we were not turned-to until seven
in the morning, and were obliged to knock off at five in the
evening, when we got supper; which gave us nearly three hours before
eight bells, at which time the watch was set.
As we had now been about a year on the coast, it was time to think
of the voyage home; and knowing that the last two or three months of
our stay would be very busy ones, and that we should never have so
good an opportunity to work for ourselves as the present, we all
employed our evenings in making clothes for the passage home, and more
especially for Cape Horn. As soon as supper was over and the kids
cleared away, and each one had taken his smoke, we seated ourselves on
our chests round the lamp, which swung from a beam, and each one
went to work in his own way, some making hats, others trowsers, others
jackets, etc., etc.; and no one was idle. The boys who could not sew
well enough to make their own clothes, laid up grass into sinnet for
the men, who sewed for them in return. Several of us clubbed
together and bought a large piece of twilled cotton, which we made
into trowsers and jackets, and giving them several coats of linseed
oil, laid them by for Cape Horn. I also sewed and covered a
tarpaulin hat, thick and strong enough to sit down upon, and made
myself a complete suit of flannel under-clothing, for bad weather.
Those who had no south-wester caps, made them, and several of the crew
made themselves tarpaulin jackets and trowsers, lined on the inside
with flannel. Industry was the order of the day, and every one did
something for himself; for we knew that as the season advanced, and we
went further south, we should have no evenings to work in.
Friday, December 25th. This day was Christmas; and as it rained
all day long, and there were no hides to take in, and nothing especial
to do, the captain gave us a holiday, (the first we had had since
leaving Boston,) and plum duff for dinner. The Russian brig, following
the Old Style, had celebrated their Christmas eleven days before; when
they had a grand blow-out and (as our men said) drank, in the
forecastle, a barrel of gin, ate up a bag of tallow, and made a soup
of the skin.
Sunday, December 27th. We had now finished all our business at
this port, and it being Sunday, we unmoored ship and got under
weigh, firing a salute to the Russian brig, and another to the
Presidio, which were both answered. The commandant of the Presidio,
Don Gaudaloupe Villego, a young man, and the most popular, among the
Americans and English, of any man in California, was on board when
we got under weigh. He spoke English very well, and was suspected of
being favorably inclined to foreigners.
We sailed down this magnificent bay with a light wind, the tide,
which was running out, carrying us at the rate of four or five
knots. It was a fine day; the first of entire sunshine we had had
for more than a month. We passed directly under the high cliff on
which the Presidio is built, and stood into the middle of the bay,
from whence we could see small bays, making up into the interior, on
every side; large and beautifully-wooded islands; and the mouths of
several small rivers. If California ever becomes a prosperous country,
this bay will be the centre of its prosperity. The abundance of wood
and water, the extreme fertility of its shores, the excellence of
its climate, which is as near to being perfect as any in the world,
and its facilities for navigation, affording the best
anchoring-grounds in the whole western coast of America, all fit it
for a place of great importance; and, indeed, it has attracted much
attention, for the settlement of "Yerba Buena," where we lay at
anchor, made chiefly by Americans and English, and which bids fair
to become the most important trading place on the coast, at this
time began to supply traders, Russian ships, and whalers, with their
stores of wheat and frijoles.
The tide leaving us, we came to anchor near the mouth of the bay,
under a high and beautifully sloping hill, upon which herds of
hundreds and hundreds of red deer, and the stag, with his high
branching antlers, were bounding about, looking at us for a moment,
and then starting off, affrighted at the noises which we made for
the purpose of seeing the variety of their beautiful attitudes and
motions.
At midnight, the tide having turned, we hove up our anchor and stood
out of the bay, with a fine starry heaven above us,- the first we had
seen for weeks and weeks. Before the light northerly winds, which blow
here with the regularity of trades, we worked slowly along, and made
Point Ano Neuvo, the northerly point of the Bay of Monterey, on Monday
afternoon. We spoke, going in, the brig Diana, of the Sandwich
Islands, from the North-west Coast, last from Asitka. She was off
the point at the same time with us, but did not get in to the
anchoring-ground until an hour or two after us. It was ten o'clock
on Tuesday morning when we came to anchor. The town looked just as
it did when I saw it last, which was eleven months before, in the brig
Pilgrim. The pretty lawn on which it stands, as green as sun and
rain could make it; the pine wood on the south; the small river on the
north side; the houses, with their white plastered sides and red-tiled
roofs, dotted about on the green; the low, white presidio, with its
soiled, flying, and the discordant din of drums and trumpets for the
noon parade; all brought up the scene we had witnessed here with so
much pleasure nearly a year before, when coming from a long voyage,
and our unprepossessing reception at Santa Barbara. It seemed almost
like coming to a home.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE SUNDAY WASH-UP--ON SHORE--A SET-TO--A GRANDEE--"SAIL HO!"--A
FANDANGO
The only other vessel in port was the Russian government bark,
from Asitka, mounting eight guns, (four of which we found to be
Quakers,) and having on board the ex-governor, who was going in her to
Mazatlan, and thence overland to Vera Cruz. He offered to take
letters, and deliver them to the American consul at Vera Cruz,
whence they could be easily forwarded to the United States. We
accordingly made up a packet of letters, almost every one writing, and
dating them "January 1st, 1836." The governor was true to his promise,
and they all reached Boston before the middle of March; the shortest
communication ever yet made across the country.
The brig Pilgrim had been lying in Monterey through the latter
part of November, according to orders, waiting for us. Day after
day, Captain Faucon went up to the hill to look out for us, and at
last, gave us up, thinking we must have gone down in the gale which we
experienced off Point Conception, and which had blown with great
fury over the whole coast, driving ashore several vessels in the
snuggest ports. An English brig, which had put into San Francisco,
lost both her anchors; the Rosa was driven upon a mud bank in San
Diego; and the Pilgrim, with great difficulty, rode out the gale in
Monterey, with three anchors ahead. She sailed early in December for
San Diego and intermedios.
As we were to be here over Sunday, and Monterey was the best place
to go ashore on the whole coast, and we had had no liberty-day for
nearly three months, every one was for going ashore. On Sunday
morning, as soon as the decks were washed, and we had got breakfast,
those who had obtained liberty began to clean themselves, as it is
called, to go ashore. A bucket of fresh water apiece, a cake of
soap, a large coarse towel, and we went to work scrubbing one another,
on the forecastle. Having gone through this, the next thing was to get
into the head,- one on each side- with a bucket apiece, and duck one
another, by drawing up water and heaving over each other, while we
were stripped to a pair of trowsers. Then came the rigging-up. The
usual outfit of pumps, white stockings, loose white duck trowsers,
blue jackets, clean checked shirts, black kerchiefs, hats well
varnished, with a fathom of black ribbon over the left eye, a silk
handkerchief flying from the outside jacket pocket, and four or five
dollars tied up in the back of the neckerchief, and we were "all
right." One of the quarter-boats pulled us ashore, and we steamed up
to the town. I tried to find the church, in order to see the
worship, but was told that there was no service, except a mass early
in the morning; so we went about the town, visiting the Americans
and English, and the natives whom we had know when we were here
before. Toward noon we procured horses, and rode out to the Carmel
mission, which is about a league from the town, where from the town,
where we got something in the way of a dinner- beef, eggs, frijoles,
tortillas, and some middling wine- from the mayordomo, who, of
course, refused to make any charge, as it was the Lord's gift, yet
received our present, as a gratuity, with a low bow, a touch of the
hat, and "Dios se lo pague!"
After this repast, we had a fine run, scouring the whole country
on our fleet horses, and came into town soon after sundown. Here we
found our companions who had refused to go to ride with us, thinking
that a sailor has no more business with a horse than a fish has with a
balloon. They were moored, stem and stern, in a grog-shop, making a
great noise, with a crowd of Indians and hungry half-breeds about
them, and with a fair prospect of being stripped and dirked, or left
to pass the night in the calabozo. With a great deal of trouble, we
managed to get them down to the boats, though not without many angry
looks and interferences from the Spaniards, who had marked them out
for their prey. The Diana's crews- a set of worthless outcasts, who
had been picked up at the islands from the refuse of whale-ships,-
were all as drunk as beasts, and had a set-to, on the beach, with
their captain, who was in no better state than themselves. They swore
they would not go aboard, and went back to the town, were stripped and
beaten, and lodged in the calabozo, until the next day, when the
captain bought them out. Our forecastle, as usual after a liberty-day,
was a scene of tumult all night long, from the drunken ones. They had
just got to sleep toward morning, when they were turned up with the
rest, and kept at work all day in the water, carrying hides, their
heads aching so that they could hardly stand. This is sailor's
pleasure.
Nothing worthy of remark happened while we were here, except a
little boxing-match on board our own ship, which gave us something
to talk about. A broad-backed, big-headed Cape Cod boy, about
sixteen years old, had been playing the bully, for the whole voyage,
over a slender, delicate-looking boy, from one of the Boston
schools, and over whom he had much the advantage, in strength, age,
and experience in the ship's duty, for this was the first time the
Boston boy had been on salt water. The latter, however, had "picked up
his crumbs," was learning his duty, and getting strength and
confidence daily; and began to assert his rights against his
oppressor. Still, the other was his master, and, by his superior
strength, always tackled with him and threw him down. One afternoon,
before we were turned-to, these boys got into a violent squabble in
the between-decks, when George (the Boston boy) said he would fight
Nat, if he could have fair play. The chief mate heard the noise,
dove down the hatchway, hauled them both up on deck, and told them
to shake hands and have no more trouble for the voyage, or else they
should fight till one gave in for beaten. Finding neither willing to
make an offer for reconciliation, he called all hands up, (for the
captain was ashore, and he could do as he chose aboard,) ranged the
crew in the waist, marked a line on the deck, brought the two boys
up to it, making them "toe the mark;" then made the bight of a rope
fast to a belaying pin, and stretched it across the deck, bringing
it just above their waists. "No striking below the rope!" And there
they stood, one on each side of it, face to face, and went at it
like two game-cocks. The Cape Cod boy, Nat, put in his double-fisters,
starting the blood, and bringing the black and blue spots all over the
face and arms of the other, whom we expected to see give in every
moment: but the more he was hurt, the better he fought. Time after
time he was knocked nearly down, but up he came again and faced the
mark, as bold as a lion, again to take the heavy blows, which
sounded so as to make one's heart turn with pity for him. At length he
came up to the mark for the last time, his shirt torn from his body,
his face covered with blood and bruises, and his eyes flashing fire,
and swore he would stand there until one or the other was killed,
and set-to like a young fury. "Hurrah in the bow!" said the men,
cheering him on. "Well crowed!" "Never say die, while there's a shot
in the locker!" Nat tried to close with him, knowing his advantage,
but the mate stopped that, saying there should be fair play, and no
fingering. Nat then came up to the mark, but looked white about the
mouth, and his blows were not given with half the spirit of his first.
He was evidently cowed. He had always been his master, and had nothing
to gain, and everything to lose; while the other fought for honor
and freedom, under a sense of wrong. It would not do. It was soon
over. Nat gave in; not so much beaten, as cowed and mortified; and
never afterwards tried to act the bully on board. We took George
forward, washed him in the deck-tub, complimented his pluck, and
from this time he became somebody on board, having fought himself into
notice. Mr. Brown's plan had a good effect, for there was no more
quarrelling among the boys for the rest of the voyage.
Wednesday, January 6th. Set sail from Monterey, with a number of
Spaniards as passengers, and shaped our course for Santa Barbara.
The Diana went out of the bay in company with us, but parted from us
off Point Pinos, being bound to the Sandwich Islands. We had a
smacking breeze for several hours, and went along at a great rate,
until night, when it died away, as usual, and the land-breeze set
in, which brought us upon a taught bowline. Among our passengers was a
young man who was the best representation of a decayed gentleman I had
ever seen. He reminded me much of some of the characters in Gil
Blas. He was of the aristocracy of the country, his family being of
pure Spanish blood, and once of great importance in Mexico. His father
had been governor of the province, and having amassed a large
property, settled at San Diego, where he built a large house with a
court-yard in front, kept a great retinue of Indians, and set up for
the grandee of that part of the country. His son was sent to Mexico,
where he received the best education, and went into the first
society of the capital. Misfortune, extravagance, and the want of
funds, or any manner of getting interest on money, soon eat the estate
up, and Don Juan Bandini returned from Mexico accomplished, poor,
and proud, and without any office or occupation, to lead the life of
most young men of the better families- dissolute and extravagant when
the means are at hand; ambitious at heart, and impotent in act;
often pinched for bread; keeping up an appearance of style, when their
poverty is known to each half-naked Indian boy in the street, and they
stand in dread of every small trader and shopkeeper in the place. He
had a slight and elegant figure, moved gracefully, danced and
waltzed beautifully, spoke the best of Castilian, with a pleasant
and refined voice and accent, and had, throughout, the bearing of a
man of high birth and figure. Yet here he was, with his passage
given him, (as I afterwards learned,) for he had not the means of
paying for it, and living upon the charity of our agent. He was polite
to every one, spoke to the sailors, and gave four reals- I dare say
the last he had in his pocket-to the steward, who waited upon him. I
could not but feel a pity for him, especially when I saw him by the
side of his fellow-passenger and townsman, a fat, coarse, vulgar,
pretending fellow of a Yankee trader, who had made money in San Diego,
and was eating out the very vitals of the Bandinis, fattening upon
their extravagance, grinding them in their poverty; having mortgages
on their lands, forestalling their cattle, and already making an
inroad upon their jewels, which were their last hope.
Don Juan had with him a retainer, who was as much like many of the
characters in Gil Blas as his master. He called himself a private
secretary, though there was no writing for him to do, and he lived
in the steerage with the carpenter and sailmaker. He was certainly a
character; could read and write extremely well; spoke good Spanish;
had been all over Spanish America, and lived in every possible
situation, and served in every conceivable capacity, though
generally in that of confidential servant to some man of figure. I
cultivated this man's acquaintance, and during the five weeks that
he was with us,- for he remained on board until we arrived at San
Diego,- I gained a greater knowledge of the state of political parties
in Mexico, and the habits and affairs of the different classes of
society, than I could have learned from almost any one else. He took
great pains in correcting my Spanish, and supplying me with colloquial
phrases, and common terms and exclamations in speaking. He lent me a
file of late newspapers from the city of Mexico, which were full of
triumphal receptions of Santa Ana, who had just returned from
Tampico after a victory, and with the preparations for his
expedition against the Texans. "Viva Santa Ana!" was the by-word
everywhere, and it had even reached California, though there were
still many here, among whom was Don Juan Bandini, who were opposed
to his government, and intriguing to bring in Bustamente. Santa Ana,
they said, was for breaking down the missions; or, as they termed
it- "Santa Ana no quiere religion." Yet I had no doubt that the office
of administrador of San Diego would reconcile Don Juan to any dynasty,
and any state of the church. In these papers, too, I found scraps of
American and English news; but which were so unconnected, and I was so
ignorant of everything preceding them for eighteen months past, that
they only awakened a curiosity which they could not satisfy. One
article spoke of Taney as Justicia Mayor de los Estados Unidos,
(what had become of Marshall? was he dead, or banished?) and another
made known, by news received from Vera Cruz, that "El Vizconde
Melbourne" had returned to the office of "primer ministro," in place
of Sir Roberto Peel. (Sir Robert Peel had been minister, then? and
where were Earl Grey and the Duke of Wellington?) Here were the
outlines of a grand parliamentary overturn, the filling up of which
I could imagine at my leisure.
The second morning after leaving Monterey, we were off Point
Conception. It was a bright, sunny day, and the wind, though strong,
was fair; and everything was in striking contrast with our
experience in the same place two months before, when we were
drifting off from a northwester under a fore and main spencer. "Sail
ho!" cried a man who was rigging out a top-gallant studdingsail
boom.- "Where away?"- "Weather beam, sir!" and in a few minutes a
full-rigged brig was seen standing out from under Point Conception.
The studding-sail halyards were let go, and the yards boom-ended,
the after yards braced aback, and we waited her coming down. She
rounded to, backed her main topsail, and showed her decks full of men,
four guns on a side, hammock nettings, and everything man-of-war
fashion, except that there was no boatswain's whistle, and no uniforms
on the quarter-deck. A short, square-built man, in a rough grey
jacket, with a speaking-trumpet in hand, stood in the weather
hammock nettings. "Ship ahoy!"- "Hallo!"- "What ship is that,
pray?"- "Alert."- "Where are you from, pray?" etc., etc. She proved to
be the brig Convoy, from the Sandwich Islands, engaged in otter
hunting, among the islands which lie along the coast. Her armament was
from her being an illegal trader. The otter are very numerous among
these islands, and being of great value, the government require a
heavy sum for a license to hunt them, and lay a high duty upon every
one shot or carried out of the country. This vessel had no license,
and paid no duty, besides being engaged in smuggling goods on board
other vessels trading on the coast, and belonging to the same owners
in Oahu. Our captain told him to look out for the Mexicans, but he
said they had not an armed vessel of his size in the whole Pacific.
This was without doubt the same vessel that showed herself off Santa
Barbara a few months before. These vessels frequently remain on the
coast for years, without making port, except at the islands for wood
and water, and an occasional visit to Oahu for a new outfit.
Sunday, January 10th. Arrived at Santa Barbara, and on the following
Wednesday, slipped our cable and went to sea, on account of a
south-easter. Returned to our anchorage the next day. We were the only
vessel in the port. The Pilgrim had passed through the Canal and
hove-to off the town, nearly six weeks before, on her passage down
from Monterey, and was now at the leeward. She heard here of our
safe arrival at San Francisco.
Great preparations were making on shore for the marriage of our
agent, who was to marry Donna Anneta De G--- De N---y C---, youngest
daughter of Don Antonio N---, the grandee of the place, and the head
of the first family in California. Our steward was ashore three
days, making pastry and cake, and some of the best of our stores
were sent off with him. On the day appointed for the wedding, we
took the captain ashore in the gig, and had orders to come for him
at night, with leave to go up to the house and see the fandango.
Returning on board, we found preparations making for a salute. Our
guns were loaded and run out, men appointed to each, cartridges served
out, matches lighted, and all the flags ready to be run up. I took
my place at the starboard after gun, and we all waited for the
signal from on shore. At ten o'clock the bride went up with her sister
to the confessional, dressed in deep black. Nearly an hour intervened,
when the great doors of the mission church opened, the bells rang
out a loud, discordant peal, the private signal for us was run up by
the captain ashore, the bride, dressed in complete white, came out
of the church with the bridegroom, followed by a long procession. Just
as she stepped from the church door, a small white cloud issued from
the bows of our ship, which was full in sight, the loud report
echoed among the surrounding hills and over the bay, and instantly the
ship was dressed in flags and pennants from stem to stern.
Twenty-three guns followed in regular succession, with an interval
of fifteen seconds between each when the cloud cleared away, and the
ship lay dressed in her colors, all day. At sun-down, another salute
of the same number of guns was fired, and all the flags run down. This
we thought was pretty well- a gun every fifteen seconds- for a
merchantman with only four guns and a dozen or twenty men.
After supper, the gig's crew were called, and we rowed ashore,
dressed in our uniform, beached the boat, and went up to the fandango.
The bride's father's house was the principal one in the place, with
a large court in front, upon which a tent was built, capable of
containing several hundred people. As we drew near, we heard the
accustomed sound of violins and guitars, and saw a great motion of the
people within. Going in, we found nearly all the people of the
town- men, women, and children- collected and crowded together,
leaving barely room for the dancers; for on these occasions no
invitations are given, but every one is expected to come, though there
is always a private entertainment within the house for particular
friends. The old women sat down in rows, clapping their hands to the
music, and applauding the young ones. The music was lively, and
among the tunes, we recognized several of our popular airs, which
we, without doubt, have taken from the Spanish. In the dancing, I
was much disappointed. The women stood upright, with their hands
down by their sides, their eyes fixed upon the ground before them, and
slided about without any perceptible means of motion; for their feet
were invisible, the hem of their dresses forming a perfect circle
about them, reaching to the ground. They looked as grave as though
they were going through some religious ceremony, their faces as little
excited as their limbs; and on the whole, instead of the spirited,
fascinating Spanish dances which I had expected, I found the
Californian fandango, on the part of the women at least, a lifeless
affair. The men did better. They danced with grace and spirit,
moving in circles round their nearly stationary partners, and
showing their figures to great advantage.
A great deal was said about our friend Don Juan Bandini, and when he
did appear, which was toward the close of the evening, he certainly
gave us the most graceful dancing that I had ever seen. He was dressed
in white pantaloons neatly made, a short jacket of dark silk, gaily
figured, white stockings and thin morocco slippers upon his very small
feet. His slight and graceful figure was well calculated for
dancing, and he moved about with the grace and daintiness of a young
fawn. An occasional touch of the toe to the ground, seemed all that
was necessary to give him a long interval of motion in the air. At the
same time he was not fantastic or flourishing, but appeared to be
rather repressing a strong tendency to motion. He was loudly
applauded, and danced frequently toward the close of the evening.
After the supper, the waltzing began, which was confined to a very few
of the "gente de razon," and was considered a high accomplishment, and
a mark of aristocracy. Here, too, Don Juan figured greatly, waltzing
with the sister of the bride, (Donna Angustia, a handsome woman and
a general favorite,) in a variety of beautiful, but, to me,
offensive figures, which lasted as much as half an hour, no one else
taking the floor. They were repeatedly and loudly applauded, the old
men and women jumping out of their seats in admiration, and the
young people waving their hats and handkerchiefs. Indeed among
people of the character of these Mexicans, the waltz seemed to me to
have found its right place. The great amusement of the
evenings,- which I suppose was owing to its being carnival- was the
breaking of eggs filled with cologne, or other essences, upon the
heads of the company. One end of the egg is broken and the inside
taken out, then it is partly filled with cologne, and the whole sealed
up. The women bring a great number of these secretly about them, and
the amusement is to break one upon the head of a gentleman when his
back is turned. He is bound in gallantry to find out the lady and
return the compliment, though it must not be done if the person sees
you. A tall, stately Don, with immense grey whiskers, and a look of
great importance, was standing before me, when I felt a light hand
on my shoulder, and turning round, saw Donna Angustia, (whom we all
knew, as she had been up to Monterey, and down again, in the Alert,)
with her finger upon her lip, motioning me gently aside. I stepped
back a little, when she went up behind the Don, and with one hand
knocked off his huge sombrero, and at the same instant, with the
other, broke the egg upon his head, and springing behind me, was out
of sight in a moment. The Don turned slowly round, the cologne,
running down his face, and over his clothes and a loud laugh
breaking out from every quarter. He looked round in vain, for some
time, until the direction of so many laughing eyes showed him the fair
offender. She was his niece, and a great favorite with him, so old Don
Domingo had to join in the laugh. A great many such tricks were
played, and many a war of sharp manoeuvering was carried on between
couples of the younger people, and at every successful exploit a
general laugh was raised.
Another singular custom I was for some time at a loss about. A
pretty young girl was dancing, named, after what would appear to us
the sacrilegious custom of the country- Espiritu Santo, when a young
man went behind her and placed his hat directly upon her head, letting
it fall down over her eyes, and sprang back among the crowd. She
danced for some time with the hat on, when she threw it off, which
called forth a general shout; and the young man was obliged to go
out upon the floor and pick it up. Some of the ladies, upon whose
heads hats had been placed, threw them off at once, and a few kept
them on throughout the dance, and took them off at the end, and held
them out in their hands, when the owner stepped out, bowed, and took
it from them. I soon began to suspect the meaning of the thing, and
was afterwards told that it was a compliment, and an offer to become
the lady's gallant for the rest of the evening, and to wait upon her
home. If the hat was thrown off, the offer was refused, and the
gentleman was obliged to pick up his hat amid a general laugh. Much
amusement was caused sometimes by gentlemen putting hats on the
ladies' heads, without permitting them to see whom it was done by.
This obliged them to throw them off, or keep them on at a venture, and
when they came to discover the owner, the laugh was often turned
upon them.
The captain sent for us about ten o'clock, and we went aboard in
high spirits, having enjoyed the new scene much, and were of great
importance among the crew, from having so much to tell, and from the
prospect of going every night until it was over; for these fandangos
generally last three days. The next day, two of us were sent up to the
town, and took care to come back by way of Capitan Noriego's and
take a look into the booth. The musicians were still there, upon their
platform, scraping and twanging away, and a few people, apparently
of the lower classes, were dancing. The dancing is kept up, at
intervals, throughout the day, but the crowd, the spirit, and the
elite, come in at night. The next night, which was the last, we went
ashore in the same manner, until we got almost tired of the monotonous
twang of the instruments, the drawling sounds which the women kept up,
as an accompaniment, and the slapping of the hands in time with the
music, in place of castanets. We found ourselves as great objects of
attention as any persons or anything at the place. Our sailor
dresses- and we took great pains to have them neat and shipshape- were
much admired, and we were invited, from every quarter, to give them an
American sailor's dance; but after the ridiculous figure some of our
countrymen cut, in dancing after the Spaniards, we thought it best
to leave it to their imaginations. Our agent, with a tight, black,
swallow-tailed coat, just imported from Boston, a high stiff cravat,
looking as if he had been pinned and skewered, with only his feet
and hands left free, took the floor just after Bandini; and we thought
they had had enough of Yankee grace.
The last night they kept it up in great style, and were getting into
a high-go, when the captain called us off to go aboard, for, it
being south-easter season, he was afraid to remain on shore long;
and it was well he did not, for that very night, we slipped our
cables, as a crowner to our fun ashore, and stood off before a
south-easter, which lasted twelve hours, and returned to our anchorage
the next day.
CHAPTER XXVIII
AN OLD FRIEND--A VICTIM--CALIFORNIA RANGERS--NEWS FROM HOME--LAST
LOOKS
Monday, Feb. 1st. After having been in port twenty-one days, we
sailed for San Pedro, where we arrived on the following day, having
gone "all fluking," with the weather clew of the mainsail hauled up,
the yards braced in a little, and the lower studding-sails just
drawing; the wind hardly shifting a point during the passage. Here
we found the Ayacucho and the Pilgrim, which last we had not seen
since the 11th of September,- nearly five months; and I really felt
something like an affection for the old brig which had been my first
home, and in which I had spent nearly a year, and got the first
rough and tumble of a sea life. She, too, was associated, in my mind
with Boston, the wharf from which we sailed, anchorage in the
stream, leave-taking, and all such matters, which were now to me
like small links connecting me with another world, which I had once
been in, and which, please God, I might yet see again. I went on board
the first night, after supper; found the old cook in the galley,
playing upon the fife which I had given him, as a parting present; had
a hearty shake of the hand from him; and dove down into the
forecastle, where were my old shipmates, the same as ever, glad to see
me; for they had nearly given us up as lost, especially when they
did not find us in Santa Barbara. They had been at San Diego last, had
been lying at San Pedro nearly a month, and had received three
thousand hides from the pueblo. These were taken from her the next
day, which filled us up, and we both got under weigh on the 4th, she
bound up to San Francisco again, and we to San Diego, where we arrived
on the 6th.
We were always glad to see San Diego; it being the depot, and a snug
little place, and seeming quite like home, especially to me, who had
spent a summer there. There was no vessel in port, the Rosa having
sailed for Valparaiso and Cadiz, and the Catalina for Callao, nearly a
month before. We discharged our hides, and in four days were ready
to sail again for the windward; and, to our great joy- for the last
time! Over thirty thousand hides had been already collected, cured,
and stowed away in the house, which, together with what we should
collect, and the Pilgrim would bring down from San Francisco, would
make out her cargo. The thought that we were actually going up for the
last time, and that the next time we went round San Diego point it
would be "homeward bound," brought things so near a close, that we
felt as though we were just there, though it must still be the greater
part of a year before we could see Boston.
I spent one evening, as had been my custom, at the oven with the
Sandwich Islanders; but it was far from being the usual noisy,
laughing time. It has been said, that the greatest curse to each of
the South Sea islands, was the first man who discovered it; and
every one who knows anything of the history of our commerce in those
parts, knows how much truth there is in this; and that the white
men, with their vices, have brought in diseases before unknown to
the islanders, and which are now sweeping off the native population of
the Sandwich Islands, at the rate of one fortieth of the entire
population annually. They seem to be a doomed people. The curse of a
people calling themselves Christian, seems to follow them
everywhere; and even here, in this obscure place, lay two young
islanders, whom I had left strong, active young men, in the vigor of
health, wasting away under a disease, which they would never have
known but for their intercourse with Christianized Mexico and people
from Christian America. One of them was not so ill; and was moving
about, smoking his pipe, and talking, and trying to keep up his
spirits; but the other, who was my friend, and Aikane- Hope, was the
most dreadful object I had ever seen in my life: his eyes sunken and
dead, his cheeks fallen in against his teeth, his hands looking like
claws; a dreadful cough, which seemed to rack his whole shattered
system, a hollow whispering voice, and an entire inability to move
himself. There he lay, upon a mat, on the ground, which was the only
floor of the oven, with no medicine, no comforts, and no one to care
for, or help him, but a few Kanakas, who were willing enough, but
could do nothing. The sight of him made me sick, and faint. Poor
fellow! During the four months that I lived upon the beach, we were
continually together, both in work, and in our excursions in the
woods, and upon the water. I really felt a strong affection for him,
and preferred him to any of my own countrymen there; and I believe
there was nothing which he would not have done for me. When I came
into the oven he looked at me, held out his hand, and said, in a low
voice, but with a delightful smile, "Aloha, Aikane! Aloha nui!" I
comforted him as well as I could, and promised to ask the captain to
help him from the medicine-chest, and told him I had no doubt the
captain would do what he could for him, as he had worked in our employ
for several years, both on shore and aboard our vessels on the
coast. I went aboard and turned into my hammock, but I could not
sleep.
Thinking, from my education, that I must have some knowledge of
medicine, the Kanakas had insisted upon my examining him carefully;
and it was not a sight to be forgotten. One of our crew, an old
man-of-war's man, of twenty years' standing, who had seen sin and
suffering in every shape, and whom I afterwards took to see Hope, said
it was dreadfully worse than anything he had ever seen, or even
dreamed of. He was horror-struck, as his countenance showed; yet he
had been among the worst cases in our naval hospitals. I could not get
the thought of the poor fellow out of my head all night; his
horrible suffering, and his apparently inevitable, horrible end.
The next day I told the captain of Hope's state, and asked him if he
would be so kind as to go and see him.
"What? a d----d Kanaka?"
"Yes, sir," said I; "but he has worked four years for our vessels,
and has been in the employ of our owners, both on shore and aboard."
"Oh! he be d----d!" said the captain, and walked off.
This same man died afterwards of a fever on the deadly coast of
Sumatra; and God grant he had better care taken of him in his
sufferings, than he ever gave to any one else! Finding nothing was
to be got from the captain, I consulted an old shipmate, who had
much experience in these matters, and got from him a recipe, which
he always kept by him. With this I went to the mate, and told him
the case. Mr. Brown had been entrusted with the general care of the
medicine-chest, and although a driving fellow, and a taught hand in
a watch, he had good feelings, and was always inclined to be kind to
the sick. He said that Hope was not strictly one of the crew, but as
he was in our employ when taken sick, he should have the medicines;
and he got them and gave them to me, with leave to go ashore at night.
Nothing could exceed the delight of the Kanakas, when I came
bringing the medicines. All their terms of affection and gratitude
were spent upon me, and in a sense wasted, (for I could not understand
half of them,) yet they made all known by their manner. Poor Hope
was so much revived at the bare thought of anything's being done for
him, that he was already stronger and better. I knew he must die as he
was, and he could but die under the medicines, and any chance was
worth running. An oven, exposed to every wind and change of weather,
is no place to take calomel; but nothing else would do, and strong
remedies must be used, or he was gone. The applications, internal
and external, were powerful, and I gave him strict directions to
keep warm and sheltered, telling him it was his only chance for
life. Twice, after this, I visited him, having only time to run up,
while waiting in the boat. He promised to take his medicines regularly
until we returned, and insisted upon it that he was doing better.
We got under weigh on the 10th, bound up to San Pedro, and had three
days of calm and head winds, making but little progress. On the
fourth, we took a stiff south-easter, which obliged us to reef our
topsails. While on the yard, we saw a sail on the weather bow, and
in about half an hour, passed the Ayacucho, under doublereefed
topsails, beating down to San Diego. Arrived at San Pedro on the
fourth day, and came-to in the old place, a league from shore, with no
other vessel in port, and the prospect of three weeks, or more, of
dull life, rolling goods up a slippery hill, carrying hides on our
heads over sharp stones, and, perhaps, slipping for a south-easter.
There was but one man in the only house here, and him I shall always
remember as a good specimen of a California ranger. He had been a
tailor in Philadelphia, and getting intemperate and in debt, he joined
a trapping party and went to the Columbia river, and thence down to
Monterey, where he spent everything, left his party, and came to the
Pueblo de los Angelos, to work at his trade. Here he went dead to
leeward among the pulperias, gambling rooms, etc., and came down to
San Pedro, to be moral by being out of temptation. He had been in
the house several weeks, working hard at his trade, upon orders
which he had brought with him, and talked much of his resolution,
and opened his heart to us about his past life. After we had been here
some time, he started off one morning, in fine spirits, well
dressed, to carry the clothes which he had been making to the
pueblo, and saying he would bring back his money and some fresh orders
the next day. The next day came, and a week passed, and nearly a
fortnight, when, one day, going ashore, we saw a tall man, who
looked like our friend the tailor, getting out of the back of an
Indian's cart, which had just come down from the pueblo. He stood
for the house, but we bore up after him; when finding that we were
overhauling him, he hove-to and spoke us. Such a sight I never saw
before. Barefooted, with an old pair of trowsers tied round his
waist by a piece of green hide, a soiled cotton shirt, and a torn
Indian hat; "cleaned out," to the last real, and completely "used up."
He confessed the whole matter; acknowledged that he was on his back;
and now he had a prospect of a fit of the horrors for a week, and of
being worse than useless for months. This is a specimen of the life of
half of the Americans and English who are adrift over the whole of
California. One of the same stamp was Russell, who was master of the
hide-house at San Diego, while I was there, and afterwards turned away
for his misconduct. He spent his own money and nearly all the stores
among the half-bloods upon the beach, and being turned away, went up
to the Presidio, where he lived the life of a desperate "loafer,"
until some rascally deed sent him off "between two days," with men
on horseback, dogs, and Indians in full cry after him, among the
hills. One night, he burst into our room at the hide-house,
breathless, pale as a ghost, covered with mud, and torn by thorns
and briers, nearly naked, and begged for a crust of bread, saying he
had neither eaten nor slept for three days. Here was the great Mr.
Russell, who a month before was "Don Tomas," Capitan de la playa,"
"Maestro de la casa," etc., etc., begging food and shelter of
Kanakas and sailors. He staid with us till he gave himself up, and was
dragged off to the calabozo.
Another, and a more amusing specimen, was one whom we saw at San
Francisco. He had been a lad on board the ship California, in one of
her first voyages, and ran away and commenced Ranchero, gambling,
stealing horses, etc. He worked along up to San Francisco, and was
living on a rancho near there, while we were in port. One morning,
when we went ashore in the boat, we found him at the landing-place,
dressed in California style,- a wide hat, faded velveteen trowsers,
and a blanket cloak thrown over his shoulders- and wishing to go off
in the boat, saying he was going to pasear with our captain a little.
We had many doubts of the reception he would meet with; but he seemed
to think himself company for any one. We took him aboard, landed him
at the gangway, and went about our work, keeping an eye upon the
quarter-deck, where the captain was walking. The lad went up to him
with the most complete assurance, and raising his hat, wished him a
good afternoon. Captain T--- turned round, looked at him from head
to foot, and saying coolly, "Hallo! who the h--- are you?" kept on his
walk. This was a rebuff not to be mistaken, and the joke passed
about among the crew by winks and signs, at different parts of the
ship. Finding himself disappointed at headquarters, he edged along
forward to the mate, who was overseeing some work on the forecastle,
and tried to begin a yarn; but it would not do. The mate had seen
the reception he had met with aft, and would have no cast-off company.
The second mate was aloft, and the third mate and myself were painting
the quarter-boat, which hung by the davits, so he betook himself to
us; but we looked at one another, and the officer was too busy to
say a word. From us, he went to one and another of the crew, but the
joke had got before him, and he found everybody busy and silent.
Looking over the rail a few moments afterward, we saw him at the
galley-door talking to the cook. This was a great comedown, from the
highest seat in the synagogue to a seat in the galley with the black
cook. At night too, when supper was called, he stood in the waist
for some time, hoping to be asked down with the officers, but they
went below, one after another, and left him. His next chance was
with the carpenter and sail-maker, and he lounged round the after
hatchway until the last had gone down. We had now had fun enough out
of him, and taking pity on him, offered him a pot of tea, and a cut at
the kid, with the rest, in the forecastle. He was hungry, and it was
growing dark, and he began to see that there was no use in playing the
caballero any longer, and came down into the forecastle, put into
the "grub" in sailor's style, threw off all his airs, and enjoyed
the joke as much as any one; for a man must take a joke among sailors.
He gave us the whole account of his adventures in the country,-
roguery and all- and was very entertaining. He was a smart,
unprincipled fellow, was at the bottom of most of the rascally doings
of the country, and gave us a great deal of interesting information in
the ways of the world we were in.
Saturday, Feb. 13th. Were called up at midnight to slip for a
violent north-easter, for this rascally hole of San Pedro is unsafe in
every wind but a south-wester, which is seldom known to blow more than
once in a half century. We went off with a flowing sheet, and
hove-to under the lee of Catalina island, where we lay three days, and
then returned to our anchorage.
Tuesday, Feb. 23d. This afternoon, a signal was made from the shore,
and we went off in the gig, and found the agent's clerk, who had
been up to the pueblo, waiting at the landing-place, with a package
under his arm, covered with brown paper, and tied carefully with
twine. No sooner had we shoved off than he told us there was good news
from Santa Barbara. "What's that?" said one of the crew; "has the
bloody agent slipped off the hooks? Has the old bundle of bones got
him at last?"- "No; better than that. The California has arrived."
Letters, papers, news, and, perhaps,- friends, on board! Our hearts
were all up in our mouths, and we pulled away like good fellows; for
the precious packet could not be opened except by the captain. As we
pulled under the stern, the clerk held up the package, and called
out to the mate, who was leaning over the taffrail, that the
California had arrived.
"Hurrah!" said the mate, so as to be heard fore and aft; "California
come, and news from Boston!"
Instantly there was a confusion on board which no one could
account for who has not been in the same situation. All discipline
seemed for a moment relaxed.
"What's that, Mr. Brown?" said the cook, putting his head out of the
galley- "California come?"
"Aye, aye! you angel of darkness, and there's a letter for you
from Bullknop 'treet, number two-two-five- green door and brass
knocker!"
The packet was sent down into the cabin, and every one waited to
hear of the result. As nothing came up, the officers began to feel
that they were acting rather a child's part, and turned the crew to
again and the same strict discipline was restored, which prohibits
speech between man and man, while at work on deck; so that, when the
steward came forward with letters for the crew, each man took his
letters, carried them below to his chest, and came up again
immediately; and not a letter was read until we had cleared up decks
for the night.
An overstrained sense of manliness is the characteristic of
seafaring men, or, rather, of life on board ship. This often gives
an appearance of want of feeling, and even of cruelty. From this, if a
man comes within an ace of breaking his neck and escapes, it is made a
joke of; and no notice must be taken of a bruise or cut; and any
expression of pity, or any show of attention, would look sisterly, and
unbecoming a man who has to face the rough and tumble of such a
life. From this, too, the sick are neglected at sea, and whatever
may be ashore, a sick man finds little sympathy or attention,
forward or aft. A man, too, can have nothing peculiar or sacred on
board ship; for all the nicer feelings they take pride in
disregarding, both in themselves and others. A thin-skinned man
could not live an hour on ship-board. One would be torn raw unless
he had the hide of an ox. A moment of natural feeling for home and
friends, and then the frigid routine of sea-life returned. Jokes
were made upon those who showed any interest in the expected news, and
everything near and dear was made common stock for rude jokes and
unfeeling coarseness, to which no exception could be taken by any one.
Supper, too, must be eaten before the letters were read; and when,
at last, they were brought out, they all got round any one who had a
letter, and expected to have it read aloud, and have it all in common.
If any one went by himself to read, it was- "Fair play, there; and no
skulking!" I took mine and went into the sailmaker's berth, where I
could read it without interruption. It was dated August, just a year
from the time I had sailed from home; and every one was well, and no
great change had taken place. Thus, for one year, my mind was set at
ease yet it was already six months from the date of the letter, and
what another year would bring to pass, who could tell? Every one
away from home thinks that some great thing must have happened,
while to those at home there seems to be a continued monotony and lack
of incident.
As much as my feelings were taken up by my own intelligence from
home, I could not but be amused by a scene in the steerage. The
carpenter had been married just before leaving Boston, and during
the voyage had talked much about his wife, and had to bear and
forbear, as every man, known to be married, must, aboard ship; yet the
certainty of hearing from his wife by the first ship, seemed to keep
up his spirits. The California came, the packet was brought on
board; no one was in higher spirits than he; but when the letters came
forward, there was none for him. The captain looked again, but there
was no mistake. Poor "Chips," could eat no supper. He was completely
down in the mouth. "Sails" (the sailmaker) tried to comfort him, and
told him he was a bloody fool to give up his grub for any woman's
daughter, and reminded him that he had told him a dozen times that
he'd never see or hear from his wife again.
"Ah!" said "Chips," "you don't know what it is to have a wife,
and"--
"Don't I?" said Sails; and then came, for the hundredth time, the
story of his coming ashore at New York, from the Constellation
frigate, after a cruise of four years round the Horn,- being paid off
with over five hundred dollars,- marrying, and taking a couple of
rooms in a four-story houses- furnishing the rooms, (with a particular
account of the furniture, including a dozen flag-bottomed chairs,
which he always dilated upon, whenever the subject of furniture was
alluded to,)- going off to sea again, leaving his wife half-pay, like
a fool,- coming home and finding her "off, like Bob's horse, with
nobody to pay the reckoning;" furniture gone,- flag-bottomed chairs
and all;- and with it, his "long togs," the half-pay, his beaver hat,
white linen shirts, and everything else. His wife he never saw, or
heard of, from that day to this, and never wished to. Then followed a
sweeping assertion, not much to the credit of the sex, if true, though
he has Pope to back him. "Come, Chips, cheer up like a man, and take
some hot man, and take some hot grub! Don't be made a fool of by
anything in petticoats! As for your wife, you'll never see her again;
she was 'up keeleg and off' before you were outside of Cape Cod. You
hove your money away like a fool; but every man must learn once, just
as I did; so you'd better square the yards with her, and make the best
of it."
This was the best consolation "Sails" had to offer, but it did not
seem to be just the thing the carpenter wanted; for, during several
days, he was very much dejected, and bore with difficulty the jokes of
the sailors, and with still more difficulty their attempts at advice
and consolation, of most of which the sailmaker's was a good specimen.
Thursday, Feb. 25th. Set sail for Santa Barbara, where we arrived on
Sunday, the 28th. We just missed of seeing the California, for she had
sailed three days before, bound to Monterey, to enter her cargo and
procure her license, and thence to San Francisco, etc. Captain
Arthur left files of Boston papers for Captain T---, which, after they
had been read and talked over in the cabin, I procured from my
friend the third mate. One file was of all the Boston Transcripts
for the month of August, 1835, and the rest were about a dozen Daily
Advertisers and Couriers, of different dates. After all, there is
nothing in a strange land like a newspaper from home. Even a letter,
in many respects, is nothing, in comparison with it. It carries you
back to the spot, better than anything else. It is almost equal to
clairvoyance. The names of the streets, with the things advertised,
are almost as good as seeing the signs; and while reading "Boy
lost!" one can almost hear the bell and well-known voice of "Old
Wilson," crying the boy as "strayed, stolen, or mislaid!" Then there
was the Commencement at Cambridge, and the full account of the
exercises at the graduating of my own class. A list of all those
familiar names, (beginning as usual with Abbot, and ending with W.,)
which, as I read them over, one by one, brought up their faces and
characters as I had known them in the various scenes of college
life. Then I imagined them upon the stage, speaking their orations,
dissertations, colloquies, etc., with the gestures and tones of
each, and tried to fancy the manner in which each would handle his
subject, * * * * *,handsome, showy, and superficial; * * * *,with
his strong head, clear brain, cool self-possession; * * * modest,
sensitive, and underrated; * * * * *, the mouth-piece of the
debating clubs, noisy, vaporous, and democratic; and so following.
Then I could see them receiving their A.Bs. from the dignified,
feudal-looking President, with his "auctoritate mihi commissa," and
walking off the stage with their diplomas in their hands; while upon
the very same day, their classmate was walking up and down
California beach with a hide upon his head.
Every watch below, for a week, I pored over these papers, until I
was sure there could be nothing in them that had escaped my attention,
and was ashamed to keep them any longer.
Saturday, March 5th. This was an important day in our almanac, for
it was on this day that we were first assured that our voyage was
really drawing to a close. The captain gave orders to have the ship
ready for getting under weigh; and observed that there was a good
breeze to take us down to San Pedro. Then we were not going up to
windward. Thus much was certain, and was soon known, fore and aft; and
when we went in the gig to take him off, he shook hands with the
people on the beach, and said that he never expected to see Santa
Barbara again. This settled the matter, and sent a thrill of
pleasure through the heart of every one in the boat. We pulled off
with a will, saying to ourselves (I can speak for myself at
least)- "Good-by, Santa Barbara!- This is the last pull here- No
more duckings in your breakers, and slipping from your cursed
south-easters!" The news was soon known aboard, and put life into
everything when we were getting under weigh. Each one was taking his
last look at the mission, the town, the breakers on the beach, and
swearing that no money would make him ship to see them again; and when
all hands tallied on to the cat-fall, the chorus of "Time for us to
go!" was raised for the first time, and joined in, with full swing, by
everybody. One would have thought we were on our voyage home, so
near did it seem to us, though there were yet three months for us on
the coast.
We left here the young Englishman, George Marsh, of whom I have
before spoken, who was wrecked upon the Pelew Islands. He left us to
take the berth of second mate on board the Ayacucho, which was lying
in port. He was well qualified for this, and his education would
enable him to rise to any situation on board ship. I felt really sorry
to part from him. There was something about him which excited my
curiosity; for I could not, for a moment, doubt that he was well born,
and, in early life, well bred. There was the latent gentleman about
him, and the sense of honor, and no little of the pride, of a young
man of good family. The situation was offered him only a few hours
before we sailed; and though he must give up returning to America, yet
I have no doubt that the change from a dog's berth to an officer's,
was too agreeable to his feelings to be declined. We pulled him on
board the Ayacucho, and when he left the boat he gave each of its crew
a piece of money, except myself, and shook hands with me, nodding
his head, as much as to say,- "We understand one another." and sprang
on board. Had I known, an hour sooner, that he was to leave us, I
would have made an effort to get from him the true history of his
early life. He knew that I had no faith in the story which he told the
crew, and perhaps, in the moment of parting from me, probably forever,
he would have given me the true account. Whether I shall ever meet him
again, or whether his manuscript narrative of his adventures in the
Pelew Islands, which would be creditable to him and interesting to the
world, will ever see the light, I cannot tell. His is one of those
cases which are more numerous than those suppose, who have never lived
anywhere but in their own homes, and never walked but in one line from
their cradles to their graves. We must come down from our heights, and
leave our straight paths, for the byways and low places of life, if we
would learn truths by strong contrasts; and in hovels, in forecastles,
and among our own outcasts in foreign lands, see what has been wrought
upon our fellow-creatures by accident, hardship, or vice.
Two days brought us to San Pedro. and two days more (to our no small
joy) gave us our last view of that place, which was universally called
the hell of California, and seemed designed, in every way, for the
wear and tear of sailors. Not even the last view could bring out one
feeling of regret. No thanks, thought I, as we left the sandy shores
in the distance, for the hours I have walked over your stones,
barefooted, with hides on my head;- for the burdens I have carried up
your steep, muddy hill;- for the duckings in your surf; and for the
long days and longer nights passed on your desolate hill, watching
piles of hides, hearing the sharp bark of your eternal coati, and
the dismal hooting of your owls.
As I bade good-by to each successive place, I felt as though one
link after another were struck from the chain of my servitude.
Having kept close in shore, for the land-breeze, we passed the mission
of San Juan Capestrano the same night, and saw distinctly, by the
bright moonlight, the hill which I had gone down by a pair of halyards
in search of a few paltry hides. "Forsan et haec olim," thought I, and
took my last look of that place too. And on the next morning we were
under the high point of San Diego. The flood tide took us swiftly
in, and we came-to, opposite our hide-house, and prepared to get
everything in trim for a long stay. This was our last port. Here we
were to discharge everything from the ship, clean her out, smoke
her, take in our hides, wood, water, etc, and set sail for Boston.
While all this was doing, we were to be still in one place, and the
port was a safe one, and there was no fear of south-easters.
Accordingly, having picked out a good berth, in the stream, with a
good smooth beach opposite, for a landing" Place and within two
cables' length of our hide-house, we moored ship, unbent all the
sails, sent down the top-gallant yards and all the studding-sail
booms, and housed the top-gallant masts. The boats were then hove out,
and all the sails, spare spars, the stores, the rigging not rove, and,
in fact, everything which was not in daily use, sent ashore, and
stowed away in the house. Then went all our hides and horns, and we
left hardly anything in the ship but her ballast, and this we made
preparation to heave out, the next day. At night, after we had knocked
off, and were sitting round in the forecastle, smoking and talking and
taking sailor's pleasure, we congratulated ourselves upon being in
that situation in which we had wished ourselves every time we had come
into San Diego. "If we were only here for the last time," we had often
said, "with our top-gallant masts housed and our sails unbent!"- and
now we had our wish. Six weeks, or two months, of the hardest work
we had yet seen, was before us, and then- "Good-by to California!"
CHAPTER XXIX
LOADING FOR HOME--A SURPRISE--LAST OF AN OLD FRIEND--THE LAST
HIDE--A HARD CASE--UP ANCHOR, FOR HOME!--HOMEWARD BOUND
We turned-in early, knowing that we might expect an early call;
and sure enough, before the stars had quite faded, "All hands ahoy!"
and we were turned-to, heaving out ballast. A regulation of the port
forbids any ballast to be thrown overboard; accordingly, our long-boat
was lined inside with rough boards and brought alongside the
gangway, but where one tub-full went into the boat, twenty went
overboard. This is done by every vessel, for the ballast can make
but little difference in the channel, and it saves more than a week of
labor, which would be spent in loading the boats, rowing them to the
point, and unloading them. When any people from the Presidio were on
board, the boat was hauled up and ballast thrown in; but when the
coast was clear, she was dropped astern again, and the ballast fell
overboard. This is one of those petty frauds which every vessel
practises in ports of inferior foreign nations, and which are lost
sight of, among the countless deeds of greater weight which are hardly
less common. Fortunately a sailor, not being a free agent in work
aboard ship, is not accountable; yet the fact of being constantly
employed, without thought, in such things, begets an indifference to
the rights of others.
Friday, and a part of Saturday, we were engaged in this work,
until we had thrown out all but what we wanted under our cargo on
the passage home; when, as the next day was Sunday, and a good day for
smoking ship, we cleared everything out of the cabin and forecastle,
made a slow fire of charcoal, birch bark, brimstone, and other
matters, on the ballast in the bottom of the hold, calked up the
hatches and every open seam, and pasted over the cracks of the
windows, and the slides of the scuttles, and companionway. Wherever
smoke was seen coming out, we calked and pasted, and, so far as we
could, made the ship smoke tight. The captain and officers slept under
the awning which was spread over the quarter-deck; and we stowed
ourselves away under an old studding-sail, which we drew over one side
of the forecastle. The next day, from fear that something might
happen, orders were given for no one to leave the ship, and, as the
decks were lumbered up with everything, we could not wash them down,
so we had nothing to do, all day long. Unfortunately, our books were
where we could not get at them, and we were turning about for
something to do, when one man recollected a book he had left in the
galley. He went after it, and it proved to be Woodstock. This was a
great windfall, and as all could not read it at once, I, being the
scholar of the company, was appointed reader. I got a knot of six or
eight about me, and no one could have had a more attentive audience.
Some laughed at the "scholars," and went over the other side of the
forecastle, to work, and spin their yarns; but I carried the day,
and had the cream of the crew for my hearers. Many of the reflections,
and the political parts, I omitted, but all the narrative they were
delighted with; especially the descriptions of the Puritans, and the
sermons and harangues of the Round-head soldiers. The gallantry of
Charles, Dr. Radcliffe's plots, the knavery of "trusty Tompkins,"- in
fact, every part seemed to chain their attention. Many things which,
while I was reading, I had a misgiving about, thinking them above
their capacity, I was surprised to find them enter into completely.
I read nearly all day, until sundown; when, as soon as supper was
over, as I had nearly finished, they got a light from the galley;
and by skipping what was less interesting, I carried them through to
the marriage of Everard, and the restoration of Charles the Second,
before eight o'clock.
The next morning, we took the battens from the hatches, and opened
the ship. A few stifled rats were found; and what bugs, cockroaches,
fleas, and other vermin, there might have been on board, must have
unrove their life-lines before the hatches were opened. The ship being
now ready, we covered the bottom of the hold over, fore and aft,
with dried brush for dunnage, and having levelled everything away,
we were ready to take in our cargo. All the hides that had been
collected since the California left the coast, (a little more than two
years,) amounting to about forty thousand, were cured, dried, and
stowed away in the house, waiting for our good ship to take them to
Boston.
Now began the operation of taking in our cargo, which kept us hard
at work, from the grey of the morning till star-light, for six
weeks, with the exception of Sundays, and of just time to swallow
our meals. To carry the work on quicker, a division of labor was made.
Two men threw the hides down from the piles in the house, two more
picked them up and put them on a long horizontal pole, raised a few
feet from the ground, where they were beaten, by two more, with
flails, somewhat like those used in threshing wheat. When beaten, they
were taken from this pole by two more, and placed upon a platform of
boards; and ten or a dozen men, with their trowsers rolled up, were
constantly going, back and forth, from the platform to the boat, which
was kept off where she would just float, with the hides upon their
heads. The throwing the hides upon the pole was the most difficult
work, and required a sleight of hand which was only to be got by
long practice. As I was known for a hide-curer, this post was assigned
to me, and I continued at it for six or eight days, tossing, in that
time, from eight to ten thousand hides, until my wrists became so lame
that I gave in; and was transferred to the gang that was employed in
filling the boats, where I remained for the rest of the time. As we
were obliged to carry the hides on our heads from fear of their
getting wet, we each had a piece of sheepskin sewed into the inside of
our hats, with the wool next to our heads, and thus were able to
bear the weight, day after day, which would otherwise have soon worn
off our hair, and borne hard upon our skulls. Upon the whole, ours was
the best berth; for though the water was nipping cold, early in the
morning and late at night, and being so continually wet was rather
an exposure, yet we got rid of the constant dust and dirt from the
beating of the hides, and being all of us young and hearty, did not
mind the exposure. The older men of the crew, whom it would have
been dangerous to have kept in the water, remained on board with the
mate, to stow the hides away, as fast as they were brought off by
the boats.
We continued at work in this manner until the lower hold was
filled to within four feet of the beams, when all hands were called
aboard to commence steeving. As this is a peculiar operation, it
will require a minute description.
Before stowing the hides, as I have said, the ballast is levelled
off, just above the keelson, and then loose dunnage placed upon it, on
which the hides rest. The greatest care is used in stowing, to make
the ship hold as many hides as possible. It is no mean art, and a
man skilled in it is an important character in California. Many a
dispute have I heard raging high between professed "beach-combers," as
to whether the hides should be stowed "shingling," or back-to-back,
and flipper-to-flipper;" upon which point there was an entire and
bitter division of sentiment among the savans. We adopted each
method at different periods of the stowing, and parties ran high in
the forecastle, some siding with "old Bill" in favor of the former,
and others scouting him, and relying upon "English Bob" of the
Ayacucho, who had been eight years in California, and was willing to
risk his life and limb for the latter method. At length a compromise
was effected, and a middle course, of shifting the ends and backs at
every lay, was adopted, which worked well, and which, though they held
it inferior to their own, each party granted was better than that of
the other.
Having filled the ship up, in this way, to within four feet of her
beams, the process of steeving commenced, by which an hundred hides
are got into a place where one could not be forced by hand, and
which presses the hides to the utmost, sometimes starting the beams of
the ship, resembling in its effects the jack-screws which are used
in stowing cotton. Each morning we went ashore, and beat and brought
off as many hides as we could steeve in the course of the day, and,
after breakfast, went down into the hold, where we remained at work
until night. The whole length of the hold, from stem to stern, was
floored off level, and we began with raising a pile in the after part,
hard against the bulkhead of the run, and filling it up to the beams,
crowding in as many as we could by hand and pushing in with oars; when
a large "book" was made of from twenty-five to fifty hides, doubled at
the backs, and put into one another, like the leaves of a book. An
opening was then made between two hides in the pile, and the back of
the outside hide of the book inserted. Two long, heavy spars, called
steeves, made of the strongest wood, and sharpened off like a wedge at
one end, were placed with their wedge ends into the inside of the hide
which was the centre of the book, and to the other end of each, straps
were fitted, into which large tackles were hooked, composed each of
two huge purchase blocks, one hooked to the strap on the end of the
steeve, and the other into a dog, fastened into one of the beams, as
far aft as it could be got. When this was arranged, and the ways
greased upon which the book was to slide, the falls of the tackles
were stretched forward, and all hands tallied on, and bowsed away
until the book was well entered; when these tackles were nippered,
straps and toggles clapped upon the falls, and two more luff tackles
hooked on, with dogs, in the same manner; and thus, by luff upon luff,
the power was multiplied, until into a pile in which one hide more
could not be crowded by hand, an hundred or an hundred and fifty were
often driven in by this complication of purchases. When the last luff
was hooked on, all hands were called to the rope- cook, steward, and
all- and ranging ourselves at the falls, one behind the other, sitting
down on the hides, with our heads just even with the beams, we set
taught upon the tackles, and striking up a song, and all lying back at
the chorus, we bowsed the tackles home, and drove the large books
chock in out of sight.
The sailor's songs for capstans and falls are of a peculiar kind,
having a chorus at the end of each line. The burden is usually sung,
by one alone, and, at the chorus, all hands join in,- and the louder
the noise, the better. With us, the chorus seemed almost to raise
the decks of the ship, and might be heard at a great distance, ashore.
A song is as necessary to sailors as the drum and fife to a soldier.
They can't pull in time, or pull with a will, without it. Many a time,
when a thing goes heavy, with one fellow yo-ho-ing, a lively song,
like "Heave, to the girls!" "Nancy oh!" "Jack Crosstree," etc., has
put life and strength into every arm. We often found a great
difference in the effect of the different songs in driving in the
hides. Two or three songs would be tried, one after the other, with no
effect;- not an inch could be got upon the tackles- when a new song,
struck up, seemed to hit the humor of the moment, and drove the
tackles "two blocks" at once. "Heave round hearty!" "Heave round
hearty!" "Captain gone ashore!" and the like, might do for common
pulls, but in an emergency, when we wanted a heavy, "raise-the-dead"
pull, which should start the beams of the ship, there was nothing like
"Time for us to go!" "Round the corner," or "Hurrah! hurrah! my hearty
bullies!"
This was the most lively part of our work. A little boating and
beach work in the morning; then twenty or thirty men down in a close
hold, where we were obliged to sit down and slide about, passing
hides, and rowsing about the great steeves, tackles, and dogs, singing
out at the falls, and seeing the ship filling up every day. The work
was as hard as it could well be. There was not a moment's cessation
from Monday morning till Saturday night, when we were generally beaten
out, and glad to have a full night's rest, a wash and shift of
clothes, and a quiet Sunday. During all this times,- which would have
startled Dr. Graham- we lived upon almost nothing but fresh beef;
fried beefsteaks, three times a day,- morning, noon, and night. At
morning and night we had a quart of tea to each man; and an allowance
of about a pound of hard bread a day; but our chief article of food
was the beef. A mess, consisting of six men, had a large wooden kid
piled up with beefsteaks, cut thick, and fried in fat, with the grease
poured over them. Round this we sat, attacking it with our jack-knives
and teeth, and with the appetite of young lions, and sent back an
empty kid to the galley. This was done three times a day. How many
pounds each man ate in a day, I will not attempt to compute. A whole
bullock (we ate liver and all) lasted us but four days. Such devouring
of flesh, I will venture to say, was seldom known before. What one man
ate in a day, over a hearty man's allowance, would make a Russian's
heart leap into his mouth. Indeed, during all the time we were upon
the coast, our principal food was fresh beef, and every man had
perfect health; but this was a time of especial devouring; and what we
should have done without meat, I cannot tell. Once or twice, when
our bullocks failed and we were obliged to make a meal upon dry
bread and water, it seemed like feeding upon shavings. Light and
dry, feeling unsatisfied, and, at the same time, full, we were glad to
see four quarters of a bullock, just killed, swinging from the
fore-top. Whatever theories may be started by sedentary men, certainly
no men could have gone through more hard work and exposure for sixteen
months in more perfect health, and without ailings and failings,
than our ship's crew, let them have lived upon Hygela's own baking and
dressing.
Friday, April 15th. Arrived, brig Pilgrim, from the windward. It was
a sad sight for her crew to see us getting ready to go off the
coast, while they, who had been longer on the coast than the Alert,
were condemned to another year's hard service. I spent an evening on
board, and found them making the best of the matter, and determined to
rough it out as they might; but my friend S--- was determined to go
home in the ship, if money or interest could bring it to pass. After
considerable negotiating and working, he succeeded in persuading my
English friend, Tom Harris,- my companion in the anchor watch- for
thirty dollars, some clothes, and an intimation from Captain Faucon
that he met should want a second mate before the voyage was up, to
take his place in the brig as soon as she was ready to go up to
windward.
The first opportunity I could get to speak to Captain Faucon, I
asked him to step up to the oven and look at Hope, whom he knew
well, having had him on board his vessel. He went to see him, but said
that he had so little medicine, and expected to be so long on the
coast, that he could do nothing for him, but that Captain Arthur would
take care of him when he came down in the California, which would be
in a week or more. I had been to see Hope the first night after we got
into San Diego this last time, and had frequently since spent the
early part of a night in the oven. I hardly expected, when I left
him to go to windward, to find him alive upon my return. He was
certainly as low as he could well be when I left him, and what would
be the effect of the medicines that I gave him. I hardly then dared to
conjecture. Yet I knew that he must die without them. I was not a
little rejoiced, therefore, and relieved, upon our return, to see
him decidedly better. The medicines were strong, and took hold and
gave a check to the disorder which was destroying him; and, more
than that, they had begun the work of exterminating it. I shall
never forget the gratitude that he expressed. All the Kanakas
attributed his escape solely to my knowledge, and would not be
persuaded that I had not all the secrets of the physical system open
to me and under my control. My medicines, however, were gone, and no
more could be got from the ship, so that his life was left to hang
upon the arrival of the California.
Sunday, April, 24th. We had now been nearly seven weeks in San
Diego, and had taken in the greater part of our cargo, and were
looking out, every day, for the arrival of the California, which had
our agent on board; when, this afternoon, some Kanakas, who had been
over the hill for rabbits and to fight rattlesnakes, came running down
the path, singing out, singing out, "Kail ho!" with all their might.
Mr. H., our third mate, was ashore, and asking them particularly about
the size of the sail, etc., and learning that it was "Moku- Nui Moku,"
hailed our ship, and said that the California was on the other side of
the point. Instantly, all hands were turned up, the bow guns run out
and loaded, the ensign and broad pennant set, the yards squared by
lifts and braces, and everything got ready to make a good
appearance. The instant she showed her nose round the point, we
began our salute. She came in under top-gallant sails, clawed up and
furled her sails in good order, and came-to, within good swinging
distance of us. It being Sunday, and nothing to do, all hands were
on the forecastle, criticising the new-comer. She was a good,
substantial ship, not quite so long as the Alert, and wall-sided and
kettle-bottomed, after the latest fashion of south-shore cotton and
sugar wagons; strong, too, and tight, and a good average sailor, but
with no pretensions to beauty, and nothing in the style of a "crack
ship." Upon the whole, we were perfectly satisfied that the Alert
might hold up her head with a ship twice as smart as she.
At night, some of us got a boat and went on board, and found a
large, roomy forecastle, (for she was squarer forward than the Alert,)
and a crew of a dozen or fifteen men and boys, sitting around on their
chests, smoking and talking, and ready to give a welcome to any of our
ship's company. It was just seven months since they left Boston, which
seemed but yesterday to us. Accordingly, we had much to ask, for
though we had seen the newspapers that she brought, yet these were the
very men who had been in Boston and seen everything with their own
eyes. One of the green-hands was a Boston boy, from one of the
public schools, and, of course, knew many things which we wished to
ask about, and on inquiring the names of our two Boston boys, found
that they had been schoolmates of his. Our men had hundreds of
questions to ask about Ann street, the boarding-houses, the ships in
port, the rate of wages, and other matters.
Among her crew were two English man-of-war's-men, so that, of
course, we soon had music. They sang in the true sailor's style, and
the rest of the crew, which was a remarkably musical one, joined in
the choruses. They had many of the latest sailor songs, which had
not yet got about among our merchantmen, and which they were very
choice of. They began soon after we came on board, and kept it up
until after two bells, when the second mate came forward and called
"the Alerts away!" Battle-songs, drinking-songs, boat-songs,
love-songs, and everything else, they seemed to have a complete
assortment of, and I was glad to find that "All in the Downs," "Poor
Tom Bowline," "The Bay of Biscay," "List, ye Landsmen!" and all
those classical songs of the sea, still held their places. In addition
to these, they had picked up at the theatres and other places a few
songs of a little more genteel cast, which they were very proud of;
and I shall never forget hearing an old salt, who had broken his voice
by hard drinking on shore, and bellowing from the mast-head in a
hundred north-westers, with all manner of ungovernable trills and
quavers- in the high notes, breaking into a rough falsetto- and in the
low ones, growling along like the dying away of the boatswain's "all
hands ahoy!" down the hatch-way, singing, "Oh, no, we never mention
him."
"Perhaps, like me, he struggles with
Each feeling of regret;
But if he's loved as I have loved,
He never can forget!"
The last line, being the conclusion, he roared out at the top of his
voice, breaking each word up into half a dozen syllables. This was
very popular, and Jack was called upon every night to give them his
"sentimental song." No one called for it more loudly than I, for the
complete absurdity of the execution, and the sailors' perfect
satisfaction in it, were ludicrous beyond measure.
The next day, the California commenced unloading her cargo; and
her boats' crews, in coming and going, sang their boat-songs,
keeping time with their oars. This they did all day long for several
days, until their hides were all discharged, when a gang of them
were sent on board the Alert, to help us steeve our hides. This was
a windfall for us, for they had a set of new songs for the capstan and
fall, and ours had got nearly worn out by six weeks' constant use. I
have no doubt that this timely reinforcement of songs hastened our
work several days.
Our cargo was now nearly all taken in; and my old friend, the
Pilgrim, having completed her discharge, unmoored, to set sail the
next morning on another long trip to windward. I was just thinking
of her hard lot, and congratulating myself upon my escape from her,
when I received a summons into the cabin. I went aft, and there found,
seated round the cabin table, my own captain, Captain Faucon of the
Pilgrim, and Mr. R---, the agent. Captain T---turned to me and asked
abruptly--
"D---, do you want to go home in the ship?"
"Certainly, sir," said I; "I expect to go home in the ship."
"Then," said he, "you must get some one to go in your place on board
the Pilgrim."
I was so completely "taken aback" by this sudden intimation, that
for a moment I could make no reply. I knew that it would be hopeless
to attempt to prevail upon any of the ship's crew to take twelve
months more upon the California in the brig. I knew, too, that Captain
T--- had received orders to bring me home in the Alert, and he had
told me, when I was at the hide-house, that I was to go home in her;
and even if this had not been so, it was cruel to give me no notice of
the step they were going to take, until a few hours before the brig
would sail. As soon as I had got my wits about me, I put on a bold
front, and told him plainly that I had a letter in my chest
informing me that he had been written to, by the owners in Boston,
to bring me home in the ship, and moreover, that he had told me that I
was to go in the ship.
To have this told him, and to be opposed in such a manner, was
more than my lord paramount had been used to.
He turned fiercely upon me, and tried to look me down, and face me
out of my statement; but finding that that wouldn't do, and that I was
entering upon my defence in such a way as would show to the other
two that he was in the wrong,- he changed his ground, and pointed to
the shipping papers of the Pilgrim, from which my name had never
been erased, and said that there was my name,- that I belonged to
her,- that he had an absolute discretionary power;- and, in short,
that I must be on board the Pilgrim by the next morning with my
chest and hammock, or have some one ready to go in my place, and
that he would not hear another word from me. No court or star
chamber could proceed more summarily with a poor devil, than this trio
was about to do with me; condemning me to a punishment worse than a
Botany Bay exile, and to a fate which would alter the whole current of
my future life; for two years more in California would have made me
a sailor for the rest of my days. I felt all this, and saw the
necessity of being determined. I repeated what I had said, and
insisted upon my right to return in the ship.
I "raised my arm, and tauld my crack,
Before them a'."
But it would have all availed me nothing, had I been "some poor
body," before this absolute, domineering tribunal. But they saw that I
would not go, unless "vi et armis," and they knew that I had friends
and interest enough at home to make them suffer for any injustice they
might do me. It was probably this that turned the matter; for the
captain changed his tone entirely, and asked me if, in case any one
went in my place, I would give him the same sum that S--- gave
Harris to exchange with him. I told him that if any one was sent on
board the brig, I should pity him, and be willing to help him to that,
or almost any amount; but would not speak of it as an exchange.
"Very well," said he. "Go forward about your business, and send
English Ben here to me!"
I went forward with a light heart, but feeling as angry, and as much
contempt as I could well contain between my teeth. English Ben was
sent aft, and in a few moments came forward, looking as though he
had received his sentence to be hung. The captain had told him to
get his things ready to go on board the brig the next morning; and
that I would give him thirty dollars and a suit of clothes. The
hands had "knocked off" for dinner, and were standing about the
forecastle, when Ben came forward and told his story. I could see
plainly that it made a great excitement, and that, unless I
explained the matter to them, the feeling would be turned against
me. Ben was a poor English boy, a stranger in Boston, and without
friends or money; and being an active, willing lad, and a good
sailor for his years, was a general favorite. "Oh, yes!" said the
crew, "the captain has let you off, because you are a gentleman's son,
and have got friends, and know the owners; and taken Ben, because he
is poor, and has got nobody to say a word for him!" I knew that this
was too true to be answered, but I excused myself from any blame,
and told them that I had a right to go home, at all events. This
pacified them a little, but Jack had got a notion that a poor lad
was to be imposed upon, and did not distinguish very clearly; and
though I knew that I was in no fault, and, in fact, had barely escaped
the grossest injustice, yet I felt that my berth was getting to be a
disagreeable one. The notion that I was not "one of them," which, by a
participation in all their labor and hardships, and having no favor
shown me, had been laid asleep, was beginning to revive. But far
stronger than any feeling for myself, was the pity I felt for the poor
lad. He had depended upon going home in the ship; and from Boston, was
going immediately to Liverpool, to see his friends. Beside this,
having begun the voyage with very few clothes, he had taken up the
greater part of his wages in the slop-chest, and it was every day a
losing concern to him; and, like all the rest of the crew, he had a
hearty hatred of California, and the prospect of eighteen months or
two years more of hide-droghing seemed completely to break down his
spirit. I had determined not to go myself, happen what would, and I
knew that the captain would not dare to attempt to force me. I knew,
too, that the two captains had agreed together to get some one, and
that unless I could prevail upon somebody to go voluntarily, there
would be no help for Ben. From this consideration, though I had said
that I would have nothing to do with an exchange, I did my best to get
some one to go voluntarily. I offered to give an order upon the owners
in Boston for six months' wages, and also all the clothes, books,
and other matters, which I should not want upon the voyage home.
When this offer was published in the ship, and the case of poor Ben
was set forth in strong colors, several, who would not have dreamed of
going themselves, were busy in talking it up to others, who, they
thought, might be tempted to accept it; and, at length, one fellow,
a harum-scarum lad, whom we called Harry Bluff, and who did not care
what country or ship he was in, if he had clothes enough and money
enough- partly from pity for Ben, and partly from the thought he
should have "cruising money" for the rest of his stay,- came
forward, and offered to go and "sling his hammock in the bloody
hooker." Lest his purpose should cool, I signed an order for the sum
upon the owners in Boston, gave him all the clothes I could spare, and
sent him aft to the captain, to let him know what had been done. The
skipper accepted the exchange, and was, doubtless, glad to have it
pass off so easily. At the same time he cashed the order, which was
endorsed to him,* and the next morning, the lad went aboard the
brig, apparently in good spirits, having shaken hands with each of
us and wished us a pleasant passage home, jingling the money in his
pockets, and calling out, "Never say die, while there's a shot in
the locker." The same boat carried off Harris, my old watchmate, who
had previously made an exchange with my friend S---.
*When the crew were paid off in Boston, the owners answered the order,
but generously refused to deduct the amount from the pay-roll,
saying that the exchange was made under compulsion. They also
allowed S--- his exchange money.
I was sorry to part with Harris. Nearly two hundred hours (as we had
calculated it) had we walked the ship's deck together, at anchor
watch, when all hands were below, and talked over and over every
subject which came within the ken of either of us. He gave me a strong
gripe with his hand; and I told him, if he came to Boston again, not
to fail to find me out, and let me see an old watchmate. The same boat
brought on board S---, my friend, who had begun the voyage with me
from Boston, and, like me, was going back to his family and to the
society which we had been born and brought up in. We congratulated one
another upon finding what we had long talked over and wished for, thus
brought about; and none on board the ship were more glad than
ourselves to see the old brig standing round the point, under full
sail. As she passed abreast of us, we all collected in the waist,
and gave her three loud, hearty cheers, waving our hats in the air.
Her crew sprang into the rigging and chains, answered us with three as
loud, to which we, after the nautical custom, gave one in return. I
took my last look of their familiar faces as they got over the rail,
and saw the old black cook put his head out of the galley, and wave
his cap over his head. The crew flew aloft to loose the top-gallant
sails and royals; the two captains waved their hands to one another;
and, in ten minutes, we saw the last inch of her white canvas, as
she rounded the point.
Relieved as I was to see her well off, (and I felt like one who
had just sprung from an iron trap which was closing upon him) I had
yet a feeling of regret at taking the last look at the old craft in
which I had spent a year, and the first year, of my sailor's life-
which had been my first home in the new world into which I had
entered- and with which I had associated so many things,- my first
leaving home, my first crossing the equator, Cape Horn, Juan
Fernandez, death at sea, and other things, serious and common. Yet,
with all this, and the feeling I had for my old shipmates, condemned
to another term of California life, the thought that we were done with
it, and that one week more would see us on our way to Boston, was a
cure for everything.
Friday, May 6th, completed the taking of our cargo, and was a
memorable day in our calendar. The time when we were to take in our
last hide, we had looked forward to, for sixteen months, as the
first bright spot. When the last hide was stowed away, and the hatches
calked down, the tarpaulins battened on to them, the longboat
hoisted in and secured, and the decks swept down for the night,- the
chief mate sprang upon the top of the long-boat, called all hands into
the waist, and giving us a signal by swinging his cap over his
head,- we gave three long, loud cheers, which came from the bottom of
our hearts, and made the hills and valleys ring again. In a moment, we
heard three, in answer, from the California's crew, who had seen us
taking in our long-boat, and- "the cry they heard- its meaning knew."
The last week, we had been occupied in taking in a supply of wood
and water for the passage home, and bringing on board the spare spars,
sails, etc. I was sent off with a party of Indians to fill the
water-casks, at a spring, about three miles from the shipping, and
near the town, and was absent three days, living at the town, and
spending the daytime in filling the casks and transporting them on
ox-carts to the landing-place, whence they were taken on board by
the crew with boats. This being all done with, we gave one day to
bending our sails; and at night, every sail, from the courses to the
skysails, was bent, and every studding-sail ready for setting.
Before our sailing, an unsuccessful attempt was made by one of the
crew of the California to effect an exchange with one of our number.
It was a lad, between fifteen and sixteen years of age, who went by
the name of the "reefer," having been a midshipman in East India
Company's ship. His singular character and story had excited our
interest ever since the ship came into the port. He was a delicate,
slender little fellow, with a beautiful pearly complexion, regular
features, forehead as white as marble, black haired, curling
beautifully, rounded, tapering, delicate fingers, small feet, soft
voice, gentle manners, and, in fact, every sign of having been well
born and bred. At the same time there was something in his
expression which showed a slight deficiency of intellect. How great
the deficiency was, or what it resulted from; whether he was born
so; whether it was the result of disease or accident; or whether, as
some said, it was brought on by his distress of mind, during the
voyage, I cannot say. From his own account of himself, and from many
circumstances which were known in connection with his story, he must
have been the son of a man of wealth. His mother was an Italian woman.
He was probably a natural son, for in scarcely any other way could the
incidents of his early life be accounted for. He said that his parents
did not live together, and he seemed to have been ill treated by his
father. Though he had been delicately brought up, and indulged in
every way, (and he had then with him trinkets which had been given him
at home,) yet his education had been sadly neglected; and when only
twelve years old, he was sent as midshipman in the Company's
service. His own story was, that he afterwards ran away from home,
upon a difficulty which he had with his father. and went to Liverpool,
whence he sailed in the ship Rialto, Captain Holmes, for Boston.
Captain Holmes endeavored to get him a passage back, but there being
no vessel to sail for some time, the boy left him, and went to board
at a common sailor's boarding-house, in Ann street, where he supported
himself for a few weeks by selling some of his valuables. At length,
according to his own account, being desirous of returning home, he
went to a shipping-office, where the shipping articles of the
California were open. Upon asking where the ship was going, he was
told by the shipping-master that she was bound to California. Not
knowing where that was, he told him that he wanted to go to Europe,
and asked if California was in Europe. The shippingmaster answered him
in a way which the boy did not understand, and advised him to ship.
The boy signed the articles, received his advance, laid out a little
of it in clothes, and spent the rest, and was ready to go on board,
when, upon the morning of sailing, he heard that the ship was bound
upon the North-west Coast, on a two or three years' voyage, and was
not going to Europe. Frightened at this prospect, he slipped away when
the crew was going aboard, wandered up into another part of the town,
and spent all the forenoon in straying about the common, and the
neighboring streets. Having no money, and all his clothes and other
things being in the chest, on board, and being a stranger, he became
tired and hungry, and ventured down toward the shipping, to see if the
vessel had sailed. He was just turning the corner of a street, when
the shippingmaster, who had been in search of him, popped upon him,
seized him, and carried him on board. He cried and struggled, and said
he did not wish to go in the ship, but the topsails were at the
mast-head, the fasts just ready to be cast off, and everything in
the hurry and confusion of departure, so that he was hardly noticed;
and the few who did inquire about the matter were told that it was
merely a boy who had spent his advance and tried to run away. Had
the owners of the vessel known anything of the matter, they would have
interfered at once; but they either knew nothing of it, or heard, like
the rest, that it was only an unruly boy who was sick of his
bargain. As soon as the boy found himself actually at sea, and upon
a voyage of two or three years in length, his spirits failed him; he
refused to work, and became so miserable, that Captain Arthur took him
into the cabin, where he assisted the steward, and occasionally pulled
and hauled about decks. He was in this capacity when we saw him; and
though it was much better for him than the life in the forecastle, and
the hard work, watching, and exposure, which his delicate frame
could not have borne, yet, to be joined with a black fellow in waiting
upon a man whom he probably looked upon as but little, in point of
education and manners, above one of his father's servants, was
almost too much for his spirit to bear. Had he entered upon his
situation of his own free will, he could have endured it; but to
have been deceived, and, in addition to that, forced into it, was
intolerable. He made every effort to go home in our ship, but his
captain refused to part with him except in the way of exchange, and
that he could not effect. If this account of the whole matter, which
we had from the boy, and which was confirmed by all the crew, be
correct, I cannot understand why Captain Arthur should have refused to
let him go, especially being a captain who had the name, not only with
that crew, but with all whom he had ever commanded, of an unusually
kind-hearted man. The truth is, the unlimited power which merchant
captains have, upon long voyages on strange coasts, takes away a sense
of responsibility, and too often, even in men otherwise well-disposed,
substitutes a disregard for the rights and feelings of others. The lad
was sent on shore to join the gang at the hide-house; from whence, I
was afterwards rejoiced to hear, he effected his escape, and went down
to Callao in a small Spanish schooner; and from Callao, he probably
returned to England.
Soon after the arrival of the California, I spoke to Captain
Arthur about Hope; and as he had known him on the voyage before, and
was very fond of him, he immediately went to see him, gave him
proper medicines, and, under such care, he began rapidly to recover.
The Saturday night before our sailing, I spent an hour in the oven,
and took leave of my Kanaka friends; and, really, this was the only
thing connected with leaving California which was in any way
unpleasant. I felt an interest and affection for many of these simple,
true-hearted men, such as I never felt before but for a near relation.
Hope shook me by the hand, said he should soon be well again, and
ready to work for me when I came upon the coast, next voyage, as
officer of the ship; and told me not to forget, when I became captain,
how to be kind to the sick. Old "Mr. Bingham" and "King Mannini"
went down to the boat with me, shook me heartily by the hand, wished
us a good voyage, and went back to the oven, chanting one of their
deep monotonous songs, the burden of which I gathered to be about us
and our voyage.
Sunday, May 8th. This promised to be our last day in California. Our
forty thousand hides, thirty thousand horns, besides several barrels
of otter and beaver skins, were all stowed below, and the hatches
calked down. All our spare spars were taken on board and lashed; our
water-casks secured; and our live stock, consisting of four
bullocks, a dozen sheep, a dozen or more pigs, and three or four dozen
of poultry, were all stowed away in their different quarters: the
bullocks in the long-boat, the sheep in a pen on the fore-hatch, and
the pigs in a sty under the bows of the long-boat, and the poultry
in their proper coop; and the jolly-boat was full of hay for the sheep
and bullocks. Our unusually large cargo, together with the stores
for a five months' voyage, brought the ship channels down into the
water. In addition to this, she had been steeved so thoroughly, and
was so bound by the compression of her cargo, forced into her by so
powerful machinery, that she was like a man in a straight-jacket,
and would be but a dull sailer, until she had worked herself loose.
The California had finished discharging her cargo, and was to get
under weigh at the same time with us. Having washed down decks and got
our breakfast, the two vessels lay side by side, in complete readiness
for sea, our ensigns hanging from the peaks, and our tall spars
reflected from the glassy surface of the river, which, since
sunrise, had been unbroken by a ripple. At length, a few whiffs came
across the water, and, by eleven o'clock, the regular north-west
wind set steadily in. There was no need of calling all hands, for we
had all been hanging about the forecastle the whole forenoon, and were
ready for a start upon the first sign of a breeze. All eyes were aft
upon the captain, who was walking the deck, with, every now and
then, a look to windward. He made a sign to the mate, who came
forward, took his station, deliberately between the knight-heads, cast
a glance aloft, and called out, "All hands, lay aloft and loose the
sails!" We were half in the rigging before the order came, and never
since we left Boston were the gaskets off the yards, and the rigging
overhauled, in a shorter time. "All ready forward, sir!"- "All ready
the main!"- "Cross-jack yards all ready, sir!"- "Lay down, all hands
but one on each yard!" The yard-arm and bunt gaskets were cast off;
and each sail hung by the jigger, with one man standing by the tie to
let it go. At the same moment that we sprang aloft, a dozen hands
sprang into the rigging of the California, and in an instant were
all over her yards; and her sails, too, were ready to be dropped at
the word. In the mean time our bow gun had been loaded and run out,
and its discharge was to be the signal for dropping sails. A cloud
of smoke came out of our bows; the echoes of the gun rattled our
farewell among the hills of California; and the two ships were
covered, from head to foot, with their white canvas. For a few
minutes, all was uproar and apparent confusion: men flying about
like monkeys in the rigging; ropes and blocks flying; orders given and
answered, and the confused noises of men singing out at the ropes. The
top-sails came to the mast-heads with "Cheerily, men!" and, in a few
minutes, every sail was set; for the wind was light. The head sails
were backed, the windlass came round "slip- slap" to the cry of the
sailors;- "Hove short, sir," said the mate;- "Up with him!"- "Aye,
aye, sir."- A few hearty and long heaves, and the anchor showed its
head. "Hook cat!"- The fall was stretched along the decks; all hands
laid hold;- "Hurrah, for the last time," said the mate; and the anchor
came to the cat-head to the tune of "Time for us to go," with a loud
chorus. Everything was done quick, as though it were for the last
time. The head yards were filled away, and our ship began to move
through the water on her homeward-bound course.
The California had got under weigh at the same moment; and we sailed
down the narrow bay abreast and were just off the mouth, and finding
ourselves gradually shooting ahead of her, were on the point of giving
her three parting cheers, when, suddenly, we found ourselves stopped
short, and the California ranging fast ahead of us. A bar stretches
across the mouth of the harbor, with water enough to float common
vessels, but, being low in the water, and having kept well to leeward,
as we were bound to the southward, we had stuck fast, while the
California, being light, had floated over.
We kept all sail on, in the hope of forcing over, but failing in
this, we hove aback, and lay waiting for the tide, which was on the
flood, to take us back into the channel. This was somewhat of a damper
to us, and the captain looked not a little mortified and vexed.
"This is the same place where the Rosa got ashore," observed the
redheaded second mate, most mal-a-propos. A malediction on the Rosa,
and him too, was all the answer he got, and he slunk off to leeward.
In a few minutes, the force of the wind and the rising of the tide
backed us into the stream, and we were on our way to our old
anchoring-place, the tide setting swiftly up, and the ship barely
manageable, in the light breeze. We came-to, in our old berth,
opposite the hide-house, whose inmates were not a little surprised
to see us return. We felt as though we were tied to California; and
some of the crew swore that they never should get clear of the
bloody coast.
In about half an hour, which was near high water, the order was
given to man the windlass, and again the anchor was catted; but not
a word was said about the last time. The California had come back on
finding that we had returned, and was hove-to, waiting for us, off the
point. This time we passed the bar safely, and were soon up with the
California, who filled away, and kept us company. She seemed
desirous of a trial of speed, and our captain accepted the
challenge, although we were loaded down to the bolts of our chain
plates, as deep as a sand-barge, and bound so taught with our cargo
that we were no more fit for a race than a man in fetters;- while our
antagonist was in her best trim. Being clear of the point, the
breeze became stiff, and the royal masts bent under our sails, but
we would not take them in until we saw three boys spring aloft into
the rigging of the California; when they were all furled at once,
but with orders to stay aloft at the top-gallant mastheads, and
loose them again at the word. It was my duty to furl the fore royal;
and while standing by to loose it again, I had a fine view of the
scene. From where I stood, the two vessels seemed nothing but spars
and sails, while their narrow decks, far below, slanting over by the
force of the wind aloft, appeared hardly capable of supporting the
great fabrics raised upon them. The California was to windward of
us, and had every advantage; yet, while the breeze was stiff, we
held our own. As soon as it began to slacken, she ranged a little
ahead, and the order was given to loose the royals. In an instant
the gaskets were off and the bunt dropped. "Sheet home the fore
royal!- Weather sheet's home!"- "Hoist away, sir!" is bawled from
aloft. "Overhaul your clew-lines!" shouts the mate. "Aye, aye, sir,
all clear!"- "Taught leech! belay! Well the lee brace; haul taught to
windward"- and the royals are set. These brought us up again; but the
wind continuing light, the California set hers, and it was soon
evident that she was walking away from us. Our captain then hailed,
and said that he should6 keep off to his course; adding- "She isn't
the Alert now. If I had her in your trim, she would have been out of
sight by this time." This was good-naturedly answered from the
California, and she braced sharp up, and stood close upon the wind
up the coast; while we squared away our yards, and stood before the
wind to the south-southwest. The California's crew manned her
weather rigging, waved their hats in the air, and gave up three hearty
cheers, which we answered as heartily, and the customary single
cheer came back to us from over the water. She stood on her way,
doomed to eighteen months' or two years' hard service upon that
hated coast, while we were making our way to our home, to which
every hour and every mile was bringing us nearer.
As soon as we parted company with the California, all hands were
sent aloft to set the studding-sails. Booms were rigged out, tacks and
halyards rove, sail after sail packed upon her, until every
available inch of canvas was spread, that we might not lose a breath
of the fair wind. We could now see how much she was cramped and
deadened by her cargo; for with a good breeze on her quarter, and
every stitch of canvas spread, we could not get more than six knots
out of her. She had no more life in her than if she were water-logged.
The log was hove several times; but she was doing her best. We had
hardly patience with her, but the older sailors said- "Stand by!
you'll see her work herself loose in a week or two, and then she'll
walk up to Cape Horn like a race-horse."
When all sail had been set, and the decks cleared up, the California
was a speck in the horizon, and the coast lay like a low cloud along
the north-east. At sunset they were both out of sight, and we were
once more upon the ocean where sky and water meet.
CHAPTER XXX
BEGINNING THE LONG RETURN VOYAGE--A SCARE
At eight o'clock all hands were called aft, and the watches set
for the voyage. Some changes were made; but I was glad to find
myself still in the larboard watch. Our crew was somewhat
diminished; for a man and a boy had gone in the Pilgrim; another was
second mate of the Ayacucho; and a third, the oldest man of the
crew, had broken down under the hard work and constant exposure on the
coast, and, having had a stroke of the palsy, was left behind at the
hide-house under the charge of Captain Arthur. The poor fellow
wished very much to come home in the ship; and he ought to have been
brought home in her. But a live dog is better than a dead lion, and
a sick sailor belongs to nobody's mess; so he was sent ashore with the
rest of the lumber, which was only in the way. By these diminutions,
we were shorthanded for a voyage round Cape Horn in the dead of
winter. Besides S--- and myself, there were only five in the
forecastle; who, together with four boys in the steerage, the
sailmaker, carpenter, etc., composed the whole crew. In addition to
this, we were only three or four days out, when the sailmaker, who was
the oldest and best seaman on board, was taken with the palsy, and was
useless for the rest of the voyage. The constant wading in the
water, in all weathers, to take off hides, together with the other
labors, is too much for old men, and for any who have not good
constitutions. Beside these two men of ours, the second officer of the
California and the carpenter of the Pilgrim broke down under the work,
and the latter died at Santa Barbara. The young man, too, who came out
with us from Boston in the Pilgrim, had to be taken from his berth
before the mast and made clerk, on account of a fit of rheumatism
which attacked him soon after he came upon the coast. By the loss of
the sailmaker, our watch was reduced to five, of whom two were boys,
who never steered but in fine weather, so that the other two and
myself had to stand at the wheel four hours apiece out of every
twenty-four; and the other watch had only four helmsmen. "Never
mind- we're homeward bound!" was the answer to everything; and we
should not have minded this, were it not for the thought that we
should be off Cape Horn in the very dead of winter. It was now the
first part of May; and two months would bring us off the cape in July,
which is the worst month in the year there; when the sun rises at nine
and sets at three, giving eighteen hours night, and there is snow
and rain, gales and high seas, in abundance.
The prospect of meeting this in a ship half manned, and loaded so
deep that every heavy sea must wash her fore and aft, was by no
means pleasant. The Alert, in her passage out, doubled the Cape in the
month of February, which is midsummer; and we came round in the
Pilgrim in the latter part of October, which we thought was bad
enough. There was only one of our crew who had been off there in the
winter, and that was in a whaleship, much lighter and higher than
our ship; yet he said they had man-killing weather for twenty days
without intermission, and their decks were swept twice, and they
were all glad enough to see the last of it. The Brandywine frigate,
also, in her passage round, had sixty days off the Cape, and lost
several boats by the heavy sea. All this was for our comfort; yet pass
it we must; and all hands agreed to make the best of it.
During our watches below we overhauled our clothes, and made and
mended everything for bad weather. Each of us had made for himself a
suit of oil-cloth or tarpaulin, and these we got out, and gave
thorough coatings of oil or tar, and hung upon the stays to dry. Our
stout boots, too, we covered over with a thick mixture of melted
grease and tar, and hung out to dry. Thus we took advantage of the
warm sun and fine weather of the Pacific to prepare for its other
face. In the forenoon watches below, our forecastle looked like the
workshop of what a sailor is- a Jack at all trades. Thick stockings
and drawers were darned and patched; mittens dragged from the bottom
of the chest and mended; comforters made for the neck and ears; old
flannel shirts cut up to line monkey jackets; southwesters lined
with flannel, and a pot of paint smuggled forward to give them a
coat on the outside; and everything turned to hand; so that,
although two years had left us but a scanty wardrobe, yet the
economy and invention which necessity teaches a sailor, soon put
each of us in pretty good trim for bad weather, even before we had
seen the last of the fine. Even the cobbler's art was not out of
place. Several old shoes were very decently repaired, and with waxed
ends, an awl, and the top of an old boot, I made me quite a
respectable sheath for my knife.
There was one difficulty, however, which nothing that we could do
would remedy; and that was the leaking of the forecastle, which made
it very uncomfortable in bad weather, rendered half of the berths
tenantless. The tightest ships, in long voyage, from the constant
strain which is upon the bowsprit, will leak, more or less, round
the heel of the bowsprit, and the bitts, which come down into the
forecastle; but, in addition to this, we this, we had an unaccountable
leak on the starboard bow, near the cat-head, which drove us from
the forward berths on that side, and, indeed, when she was on the
starboard tack, from all the forward berths. One of the after
berths, too, leaked in very bad weather; so that in a ship which was
in other respects as tight as a bottle, and brought her cargo to
Boston perfectly dry, we had, after every effort made to prevent it,
in the way of caulking and leading, a forecastle with only three dry
berths for seven of us. However, as there is never but one watch below
at a time, by 'turning in and out,' we did pretty well. And there
being, in our watch, but three of us who lived forward, we generally
had a dry berth apiece in bad weather.*
*On removing the cat-head, after the ship arrived at Boston, it was
found that there were two holes under it which had been bored for
the purpose of driving treenails, and which, accidentally, had not
been plugged up when the cat-head was placed over them. This was
sufficient to account for the leak, and for our not having been able
to discover and stop it.
All this, however, was but anticipation. We were still in fine
weather in the North Pacific, running down the north-east trades,
which we took on the second day after leaving San Diego.
Sunday, May 15th, one week out, we were in latitude 14 deg. 56' N.,
long. 116 deg. 14' W., having gone, by reckoning, over thirteen
hundred miles in seven days. In fact, ever since leaving San Diego, we
had had a fair wind, and as much as we wanted of it. For seven days,
our lower and topmast studding-sails were set all the time, and our
royals and top-gallant studding-sails, whenever she could stagger
under them. Indeed, the captain had shown, from the moment we got to
sea, that he was to have no boy's play, but that the ship had got to
carry all she could, and that he was going to make up, by "cracking
on" to her, what she wanted in lightness. In this way, we frequently
made three degrees of latitude, besides something in longitude, in the
course of twenty-four hours.- Our days were spent in the usual ship's
work. The rigging which had become slack from being long in port was
to be set up; breast backstays got up; studding-sail booms rigged upon
the main yard; and the royal studding-sails got ready for the light
trades; ring-tail set; and new rigging fitted and sails got ready
for Cape Horn. For, with a ship's gear, as well as a sailor's
wardrobe, fine weather must be improved to get ready for the bad to
come. Our forenoon watch below, as I have said, was given to our own
work, and our night watches were spent in the usual manner:- a trick
at the wheel, a look-out on the forecastle, a nap on a coil of rigging
under the lee of the rail; a yarn round the windlass-end; or, as was
generally my way, a solitary walk fore and aft, in the weather
waist, between the windlass-end and the main tack. Every wave that she
threw aside brought us nearer home, and every day's observation at
noon showed a progress which, if it continued, would in less than five
months, take us into Boston Bay. This is the pleasure of life at
sea,- fine weather, day after day, without interruption,- fair wind,
and a plenty of it,- and homeward bound. Every one was in good humor;
things went right; and all was done with a will. At the dog watch, all
hands came on deck, and stood round the weather side of the
forecastle, or sat upon the windlass, and sung sea songs, and those
ballads of pirates and highwaymen, which sailors delight in. Home,
too, and what we should do when we got there, and when and how we
should arrive, was no infrequent topic. Every night, after the kids
and pots were put away, and we had lighted our pipes and cigars at the
galley, and gathered about the windlass, the first question was,-
"Well, Tom, what was the latitude to-day?"
"Why fourteen, north, and she has been going seven knots ever
since."
"Well, this will bring us up to the fine in five days."
"Yes, but these trades won't last twenty-four hours longer," says an
old salt, pointing with the sharp of his hand to leeward,- "I know
that by the look of the clouds."
Then came all manner of calculations and conjectures as to the
continuance of the wind, the weather under the line, the south-east
trades, etc., and rough guesses as to the time the ship would be up
with the Horn; and some, more venturous, gave her so many days to
Boston light, and offered to bet that she would not exceed it.
"You'd better wait till you get round Cape Horn," says an old
croaker.
"Yes," says another, "you may see Boston, but you've got to 'smell
hell' before that good day."
Rumors also of what had been said in the cabin, as usual, found
their way forward. The steward had heard the captain say something
about the straits of Magellan, and the man at the wheel fancied he had
heard him tell the "passenger" that, if he found the wind ahead and
the weather very bad off the Cape, he should stick her off for New
Holland, and come home round the Cape of Good Hope.
This passenger- the first and only one we had had, except to go
from port to port, on the coast, was no one else than a gentleman whom
I had known in my better days; and the last person I should have
expected to have seen on the coast of California- Professor N---, of
Cambridge. I had left him quietly seated in the chair of Botany and
Ornithology, in Harvard University; and the next I saw of him, was
strolling about San Diego beach, in a sailor's pea-jacket, with a wide
straw hat, and barefooted, with his trowsers rolled up to his knees,
picking up stones and shells. He had travelled overland to the
North-west Coast, and come down in a small vessel to Monterey. There
he learned that there was a ship at the leeward, about to sail for
Boston; and, taking passage in the Pilgrim, which was then at
Monterey, he came slowly down, visiting the intermediate ports, and
examining the trees, plants, earths, birds, etc., and joined us at San
Diego shortly before we sailed. The second mate of the Pilgrim told me
that they had an old gentleman on board who knew me, and came from the
college that I had been in. He could not recollect his name, but
said he was a "sort of an oldish man," with white hair, and spent
all his time in the bush, and along the beach, picking up flowers
and shells, and such truck, and had a dozen boxes and barrels, full of
them. I thought over everybody who would be likely to be there, but
could fix upon no one; when, the next day, just as we were about to
shove off from the beach, he came down to the boat, in the rig I
have described, with his shoes in his hand, and his pockets full of
specimens. I knew him at once, though I should not have been more
surprised to have seen the Old South steeple shoot up from the
hide-house. He probably had no less difficulty in recognizing me. As
we left home about the same time, we had nothing to tell one
another; and, owing to our different situations on board, I saw but
little of him on the passage home. Sometimes, when I was at the
wheel of a calm night, and the steering required no attention, and the
officer of the watch was forward, he would come aft and hold a short
yarn with me; but this was against the rules of the ship, as is, in
fact, all intercourse between passengers and the crew. I was often
amused to see the sailors puzzled to know what to make of him, and
to hear their conjectures about him and his business. They were as
much puzzled as our old sailmaker was with the captain's instruments
in the cabin. He said there were three:- the chro-nometer, the
chre-nometer, and the the-nometer. (Chronometer, barometer, and
thermometer.) The Pilgrim's crew christened Mr. N. "Old Curious," from
his zeal for curiosities, and some of them said that he was crazy, and
that his friends let him go about and amuse himself in this way. Why
else a rich man (sailors call every man rich who does not work with
his hands, and wears a long coat and cravat) should leave a
Christian country, and come to such a place as California, to pick
up shells and stones, they could not understand. One of them, however,
an old salt, who had seen something more of the world ashore, set
all to rights, as he thoughts- "Oh, 'vast there!- You don't know
anything about them craft. I've seen them colleges, and know the
ropes. They keep all such things for curiosities, and study 'em, and
have men a' purpose to go and get 'em. This old chap knows what he's
about. He a'n't the child you take him for. He'll carry all these
things to the college, and if they are better than any that they
have had before, he'll be head of the college. Then, by-and-by,
somebody else will go after some more, and if they beat him, he'll
have to go again, or else give up his berth. That's the way they do
it. This old covey knows the ropes. He has worked a traverse over 'em,
and come 'way out here, where nobody's ever been afore, and where
they'll never think of coming." This explanation satisfied Jack; and
as it raised Mr. N.'s credit for capacity, and was near enough to
the truth for common purposes, I did not disturb it.
With the exception of Mr. N., we had no one on board but the regular
ship's company, and the live stock. Upon this, we had made a
considerable inroad. We killed one of the bullocks every four days, so
that they did not last us up to the line. We, or, rather, they, then
began upon the sheep and the poultry, for these never come into Jack's
mess.* The pigs were left for the latter part of the voyage, for
they are sailors, and can stand all weathers. We had an old sow on
board, the mother of a numerous progeny, who had been twice round
the Cape of Good Hope, and once round Cape Horn. The last time going
round, was very nearly her death. We heard her squealing and moaning
one dark night, after it had been snowing and hailing for several
hours, and getting into the sty, we found her nearly frozen to
death. We got some straw, an old sail, and other things, and wrapped
her up in a corner of the sty, where she staid until we got into
fine weather again.
*The customs as to the allowance of "grub" are very nearly the same in
all American merchantmen. Whenever a pig is killed, the sailors have
one mess from it. The rest goes to the cabin. The smaller live
stock, poultry, etc., they never taste. And, indeed, they do not
complain of this, for it would take a great deal to supply them with a
good meal, and without the accompaniments, (which could hardly be
furnished to them,) it would not be much better than salt beef. But
even as to the salt beef, they are scarcely dealt fairly with; for
whenever a barrel is opened, before any of the beef is put into the
harness-cask, the steward comes up, and picks it all over, and takes
out the best pieces, (those that have any fat in them) for the
cabin. This was done in both the vessels I was in, and the men said
that it was usual in other vessels. Indeed, it is made no secret,
but some of the crew are usually called to help in assorting and
putting away the pieces. By this arrangement the hard, dry pieces,
which the sailors call "old horse," come to their share.
There is a singular piece of rhyme, traditional among sailors, which
they say over such pieces of beef. I do not know that it ever appeared
in print before. When seated round the kid, if a particularly bad
piece is found, one of them takes it up, and addressing it, repeats
these lines:
"Old horser old horse! what brought you here?"
-"From Sacarap to Portland pier
I've carted stone this many a year:
Till, killed by blows and sore abuse,
They salted down for sailors' use.
The sailors they do me despise:
They turn me over and damn my eyes;
Cut off my meat, and pick my bones,
And pitch the rest to Davy Jones."
There is a story current among seamen, that a beef-dealer was
convicted, at Boston, of having sold old horse for ship's stores,
instead of beef, and had been sentenced to be confined in jail,
until he should eat the whole of it; and that he is now lying in
Boston jail. I have heard this story often, on board other vessels
beside those of our own nation. It is very generally believed, and
is always highly commended, as a fair instance of retaliatory justice.
Wednesday, May 18th. Lat. 9 deg. 54' N., long. 113 deg. 17' W., The
north-east trades had now left us, and we had the usual variable
winds, which prevail near the line, together with some rain. So long
as we were in these latitudes, we had but little rest in our watch on
deck at night, for, as the winds were light and variable, and we could
not lose a breath, we were all the watch bracing the yards, and taking
in and making sail, and "humbugging" with our flying kites. A little
puff of wind on the larboard quarter, and then - "larboard fore
braces!" and studding-booms were rigged out, studding-sails set alow
and aloft, the yards trimmed, and jibs and spanker in; when it would
come as calm as a duck-pond, and the man at the wheel stand with the
palm of his hand up, feeling for the wind. "Keep her off a little!"
"All aback forward, sir!" cries a man from the forecastle. Down go the
braces again; in come the studding-sails, all in a mess, which half an
hour won't set right; yards braced sharp up; and she's on the
starboard tack, close hauled. The studding-sails must now be cleared
away, and set up in the tops, and on the booms. By the time this is
done, and you are looking out for a soft plank for a nap,- "Lay aft
here, and square in the head yards!" and the studding-sails are all
set again on the starboard side. So it goes until it is eight bells,-
call the watch,- heave the log,- relieve the wheel, and go below the
larboard watch.
Sunday, May 22d. Lat. 5 deg. 14' N., long. 166 deg. 45' W. We were
now a fortnight out, and within five degrees of the line, to which
two days of good breeze would take us; but we had, for the most part,
what sailors call "an Irishman's hurricane,- right up and down." This
day it rained nearly all day, and being Sunday, and nothing to do, we
stopped up the scuppers and filled the decks with rain water, and
bringing all our clothes on deck, had a grand wash, fore and aft. When
this was through, we stripped to our drawers, and taking pieces of
soap and strips of canvas for towels, we turned-to and soaped, washed,
and scrubbed one another down, to get off, as we said, the California
dust; for the common wash in salt water, which is all Jack can get,
being on an allowance of fresh, had little efficacy, and was more
for taste than utility. The captain was below all the afternoon, and
we had something nearer to a Saturnalia than anything we had yet seen;
for the mate came into the scuppers, with a couple of boys to scrub
him, and got into a battle with them in heaving water. By unplugging
the holes, we let the soapsuds off the decks, and in a short time
had a new supply of rain water, in which we had a grand rinsing. It
was surprising to see how much soap and fresh water did for the
complexions of many of us; how much of what we supposed to be tan
and sea-blacking, we got rid of. The next day, the sun rising clear,
the ship was covered, fore and aft, with clothes of all sorts, hanging
out to dry.
As we approached the line, the wind became more easterly, and the
weather clearer, and in twenty days from San Diego,-
Saturday, May 28th, at about three P. M., with a fine breeze from
the east-southeast, we crossed the equator. In twenty-four hours,
after crossing the line, which was very unusual, we took the regular
south-east trades. These winds come a little from the eastward of
south-east, and, with us, they blew directly from the
east-southeast, which was fortunate for us, for our course was
south-by-west, and we could thus go one point free. The yards were
braced so that every sail drew, from the spanker to the flying-jib;
and the upper yards being squared in a little, the fore and main
top-gallant studding-sails were set, and just drew handsomely. For
twelve days this breeze blew steadily, not varying a point, and just
so fresh that we could carry our royals; and, during the whole time,
we hardly started a brace. Such progress did we make, that at the
end of seven days from the time we took the breeze, on--
Sunday, June 5th, we were in lat. 19 deg. 29' S., and long. 118
deg. 01' W., having made twelve hundred miles in seven days, very
nearly upon a taught bowline. Our good ship was getting to be herself
again, had increased her rate of sailing more than one-third since
leaving San Diego. The crew ceased complaining of her, and the
officers hove the log every two hours with evident satisfaction. This
was glorious sailing. A steady breeze; the light trade-wind clouds
over our heads; the incomparable temperature of the Pacific,- neither
hot nor cold; a clear sun every day, and clear moon and stars each
night; and new constellations rising in the south, and the familiar
ones sinking in the north, as we went on our course,- "stemming
nightly toward the pole." Already we had sunk the north star and the
Great Bear in the northern horizon, and all hands looked out sharp to
the southward for the Magellan Clouds, which, each succeeding night,
we expected to make. "The next time we see the north star," said one,
"we shall be standing to the northward, the other side of the Horn."
This was true enough, and no doubt it would be a welcome sight; for
sailors say that in coming home from round Cape Horn, and the Cape
of Good Hope, the north star is the first land you make.
These trades were the same that, in the passage out in the
Pilgrim, lasted nearly all the way from Juan Fernandez to the line;
blowing steadily on our starboard quarter for three weeks, without our
starting a brace, or even brailing down the skysails. Though we had
now the same wind, and were in the same latitude with the Pilgrim on
her passage out, yet we were nearly twelve hundred miles to the
westward of her course; for the captain, depending upon the strong
south-west winds which prevail in high southern latitudes during the
winter months, took the full advantage of the trades, and stood well
to the westward, so far that we passed within about two hundred
miles of Ducie's Island.
It was this weather and sailing that brought to my mind a little
incident that occurred on board the Pilgrim, while we were in the same
latitude. We were going along at a great rate, dead before the wind,
with studding-sails out on both sides, alow and aloft, on a dark
night, just after midnight, and everything was as still as the
grave, except the washing of the water by the vessel's side; for,
being before the wind, with a smooth sea, the little brig, covered
with canvas, was doing great business, with very little noise. The
other watch was below, and all our watch, except myself and the man at
the wheel, were asleep under the lee of the boat. The second mate, who
came out before the mast, and was always very thick with me, had been
holding a yarn with me, and just gone aft to his place on the
quarter-deck, and I had resumed my usual walk to and from the
windlass-end, when, suddenly, we heard a loud scream coming from
ahead, apparently directly from under the bows. The darkness, and
complete stillness of the night, and the solitude of the ocean, gave
to the sound a dreadful and almost supernatural effect. I stood
perfectly still, and my heart beat quick. The sound woke up the rest
of the watch, who stood looking at one another. "What, in the name of
God, is that?" said the second mate, coming slowly forward. The first
thought I had was, that it might be a boat, with the crew of some
wrecked vessel, or perhaps the boat of some whaleship, out over night,
and we had run them down in the darkness. Another scream, but less
loud than the first. This started us, and we ran forward, and looked
over the bows, and over the sides, to leeward, but nothing was to be
seen or heard. What was to be done. Call the captain, and heave the
ship aback? Just at this moment, in crossing the forecastle, one of
the men saw a light below, and looking down the scuttle, saw the watch
all out of their berths, and afoul of one poor fellow, dragging him
out of his berth, and shaking him, to wake him out of a nightmare.
They had been waked out of their sleep, and as much alarmed at the
scream as we were, and were hesitating whether to come on deck, when
the second sound, coming directly from one of the berths, revealed the
cause of the alarm. The fellow got a good shaking for the trouble he
had given. We made a joke of the matter and we could well laugh, for
our minds were not a little relieved by its ridiculous termination.
We were now close upon the southern tropical line, and, with so fine
a breeze, were daily leaving the sun behind us, and drawing nearer
to Cape Horn, for which it behoved us to make every preparation. Our
rigging was all examined and overhauled, and mended, or replaced
with new, where it was necessary: new and strong bobstays fitted in
the place of the chain ones, which were worn out; the spritsail yard
and martingale guys and back-ropes set well taught; bran new fore
and main braces rove; top-gallant sheets, and wheel-ropes, made of
green hide, laid up in the form of rope, were stretched and fitted;
and new top-sail clewlines, etc., rove; new fore-topmast back-stays
fitted; and other preparations made, in good season, that the ropes
might have time to stretch and become limber before we got into cold
weather.
Sunday, June 12th. Lat. 26 deg. 04' S., 116 deg. 31' W. We had now
lost the regular trades, and had the winds variable, principally from
the westward, and kept on, in a southerly course, sailing very nearly
upon a meridian, and at the end of the week,
Sunday, June 19th, were in lat. 34 deg. 15' S., and long. 116 deg.
38' W.
CHAPTER XXXI
BAD PROSPECTS--FIRST TOUCH OF CAPE HORN--ICEBERGS--TEMPERANCE
SHIPS--LYING-UP--ICE--DIFFICULTY ON BOARD--CHANGE OF COURSE--
STRAITS OF MAGELLAN
There now began to be a decided change in the appearance of
things. The days became shorter and shorter; the sun running lower
in its course each day, and giving less and less heat; and the
nights so cold as to prevent our sleeping on deck; the Magellan Clouds
in sight, of a clear night; the skies looking cold and angry; and,
at times, a long, heavy, ugly sea, setting in from the southward, told
us what we were coming to. Still, however, we had a fine, strong
breeze, and kept on our way, under as much sail as our ship would
bear. Toward the middle of the week, the wind hauled to the southward,
which brought us upon a taught bowline, made the ship meet, nearly
head on, the heavy swell which rolled from that direction; and there
was something not at all encouraging in the manner in which she met
it. Being so deep and heavy, she wanted the buoyancy which should have
carried her over the seas, and she dropped heavily into them, the
water washing over the decks; and every now and then, when an
unusually large sea met her fairly upon the bows, she struck it with a
sound as dead and heavy as that with which a sledge-hammer falls
upon the pile, and took the whole of it in upon the forecastle, and
rising, carried it aft in the scuppers, washing the rigging off the
pins, and carrying along with it everything which was loose on deck.
She had been acting in this way all of our forenoon watch below; as we
could tell by the washing of the water over our heads, and the heavy
breaking of the seas against her bows, (with a sound as though she
were striking against a rock,) only the thickness of the plank from
our heads, as we lay in our berths, which are directly against the
bows. At eight bells, the watch was called, and we came on deck, one
hand going aft to take the wheel, and another and another going to the
galley to get the grub for dinner. I stood on the forecastle,
looking at the seas, which were rolling high, as far as the eye
could reach, their tops white with foam, and the body of them of a
deep indigo blue, reflecting the bright rays of the sun. Our ship rose
slowly over a few of the largest of them, until one immense fellow
came rolling on, threatening to cover her, and which I was sailor
enough to know, by "the feeling of her" under my feet, she would not
rise over. I sprang upon the knight-heads, and seizing hold of the
fore-stay with my hands, drew myself upon it. My feet were just off
the stanchion, when she struck fairly into the middle of the sea,
and it washed her fore and aft, burying her in the water. As soon as
she rose out of it, I looked aft, and everything forward of the
main-mast, except the long-boat, which was griped and doublelashed
down to the ring-bolts, was swept off clear. The galley, the
pig-sty, the hen-coop, and a large sheep-pen which had been built upon
the forehatch, were all gone, in the twinkling of an eye- leaving the
deck as clean as a chin new-reaped- and not a stick left, to show
where they had stood. In the scuppers lay the galley, bottom up, and a
few boards floating about, the wreck of the sheep-pen- and half a
dozen miserable sheep floating among them, wet through, and not a
little frightened at the sudden change that had come upon them. As
soon as the sea had washed by, all hands sprung out of the
forecastle to see what had become of the ship and in a few moments the
cook and old Bill crawled out from under the galley, where they had
been lying in the water, nearly smothered, with the galley over
them. Fortunately, it rested against the bulwarks, or it would have
broken some of their bones. When the water ran off, we picked the
sheep up, and put them in the long-boat, got the long-boat, got the
galley back in its place, and set things a little to rights; but,
had not our ship had uncommonly high bulwarks and rail, everything
must have been washed overboard, not excepting Old Bill and the
cook. Bill had been standing at the galley-door, with the kid of
beef in his hand for the forecastle mess, when, away he went, kid,
beef, and all. He held on to the kid till the last, like a good
fellow, but the beef was gone, and when the water had run off, we
saw it lying high and dry, like a rock at low tide- nothing could
hurt that. We took the loss of our beef very easily, consoling
ourselves with the recollection that the cabin had more to lose than
we; and chuckled not a little at seeing the remains of the chicken-pie
and pan-cakes floating in the scuppers. "This will never do!" was what
some said, and every one felt. Here we were, not yet within a thousand
miles of the latitude of Cape Horn, and our decks swept by a sea not
one half so high as we must expect to find there. Some blamed the
captain for loading his ship so deep, when he knew what he must
expect; while others said that the wind was always southwest, off
the Cape, in the winter; and that, running before it, we should not
mind the seas so much. When we got down into the forecastle, Old Bill,
who was somewhat of a croaker,- having met with a great many
accidents at sea- said that if that was the way she was going to act,
we might as well make our wills, and balance the books at once, and
put on a clean shirt. "'Vast there, you bloody old owl! You're always
hanging out blue lights! You're frightened by the ducking you got in
the scuppers, and can't take a joke! What's the use in being always on
the look-out for Davy Jones?" "Stand by!" says another, "and we'll get
an afternoon watch below, by this scrape;" but in this they were
disappointed, for at two bells, all hands were called and set to work,
getting lashings upon everything on deck; and the captain talked of
sending down the long top-gallant masts; but, as the sea went down
toward night, and the wind hauled abeam we left them standing, and set
the studding-sails.
The next day, all hands were turned-to upon unbending the old sails,
and getting up the new ones; for a ship, unlike people on shore,
puts on her best suit in bad weather. The old sails were sent down,
and three new topsails, and new fore and main courses, jib, and
fore-topmast staysail, which were made on the coast, and never had
been used, were bent, with a complete set of new earings, robands
and reef-points; and reef-tackles were rove to the courses, and
spilling-lines to the top-sails. These, with new braces and
clew-lines, fore and aft, gave us a good suit of running rigging.
The wind continued westerly, and the weather and sea less rough
since the day on which we shipped the heavy sea, and we were making
great progress under studding-sails, with our light sails all set,
keeping a little to the eastward of south; for the captain,
depending upon westerly winds off the Cape, had kept so far to the
westward, that though we were within about five hundred miles of the
latitude of Cape Horn, we were nearly seventeen hundred miles to the
westward of it. Through the rest of the week, we continued on with a
fair wind, gradually, as we got more to the southward, keeping a
more easterly course, and bringing the wind on our larboard quarter,
until--
Sunday, June 26th, when, having a fine, clear day, the captain got a
lunar observation, as well as his meridian altitude, which made us
in lat. 47 deg. 50' S., long. 113 deg. 49' W.; Cape Horn bearing,
according to my calculation, E. S. E. 1/2 E., and distant eighteen
hundred miles.
Monday, June 27th. During the first part of this day, the wind
continued fair, and, as we were going before it, it did not feel
very cold, so that we kept at work on deck, in our common clothes
and round jackets. Our watch had an afternoon watch below, for the
first time since leaving San Diego, and having inquired of the third
mate what the latitude was at noon, and made our usual guesses as to
the time she would need, to be up with the Horn, we turned in, for a
nap. We were sleeping away "at the rates of knots," when three
knocks on the scuttle, and "All hands ahoy!" started us from our
berths. What could be the matter? It did not appear to be blowing
hard, and looking up through the scuttle, we could see that it was a
clear day, overhead; yet the watch were taking in sail. We thought
there must be a sail in sight, and that we were about to heave-to
and speak her; and were just congratulating ourselves upon it- for we
had seen neither sail nor land since we had left port- when we heard
the mate's voice on deck, (he turned-in "all standing," and was always
on deck the moment he was called,) singing out to the men who were
taking in the studding-sails, and asking where his watch were. We
did not wait for a second call, but tumbled up the ladder; and
there, on the starboard bow, was a bank of mist, covering sea and sky,
and driving directly for us. I had seen the same before, in my passage
round in the Pilgrim, and knew what it meant, and that there was no
time to be lost. We had nothing on but thin clothes, yet there was not
a moment to spare, and at it we went.
The boys of the other watch were in the tops, taking in the
topgallant studding-sails, and the lower and topmast studding-sails
were and down by the run. It was nothing but "haul down and clew
up," until we got all the studding-sails in, and the royals,
flying-jib, and mizen top-gallant sail furled, and the ship kept off a
little, to take the squall. The fore and main top-gallant sails were
still on her, for the "old man" did not mean to be frightened in broad
daylight, and was determined to carry sail till the last minute. We
all stood waiting for its coming, when the first blast showed us
that it was not be trifled with. Rain, sleet, snow, and wind, enough
to take our breath from us, and make the toughest turn his back to
windward! The ship lay nearly over on her beam-ends; the spars and
rigging snapped and cracked; and her top-gallant masts bent like
whip-sticks. "Clew up the fore and main top-gallant sails!" shouted
the captain, and all hands sprang to the clewlines. The decks were
standing nearly at an angle of forty-five degrees, and the ship
going like a mad steed through the water, the whole forward part of
her in a smother of foam. The halyards were let go and the yard clewed
down, and the sheets started, and in a few minutes the sails smothered
and kept in by clewlines and buntlines.- "Furl 'em, sir?" asked the
mate.- "Let go the topsail halyards, fore and aft!" shouted the
captain, in answer, at the top of his voice. Down came the topsail
yards, the reef-tackles were manned and hauled out, and we climbed
up to windward, and sprang into the weather rigging. The violence of
the wind, and the hail and sleet, driving nearly horizontally across
the ocean, seemed actually to pin us down to the rigging. It was
hard work making head against them. One after another, we got out upon
the yards. And here we had work to do; for our new sails, which had
hardly been bent long enough to get the starch out of them, were as
stiff as boards, and the new earings and reef-points, stiffened with
the sleet, knotted like pieces of iron wire. Having only our round
jackets and straw hats on, we were soon wet through, and it was
every moment growing colder. Our hands were soon stiffened and numbed,
which, added to the stiffness of everything else, kept us a good while
on the yard. After we had got the sail hauled upon the yard, we had to
wait a long time for the weather earing to be passed; but there was no
fault to be found, for French John was at the earing, and a better
sailor never laid out on a yard; so we leaned over the yard, and
beat our hands upon the sail to keep them from freezing. At length the
word came- "Haul out to leeward,"- and we seized the reef-points and
hauled the band taught for the lee earing. "Taught band- Knot away,"
and we got the first reef fast, and were just going to lay down, when-
"Two reefs- two reefs!" shouted the mate, and we had a second reef
to take, in the same way. When this was fast, we laid down on deck,
manned the halyards to leeward, nearly up to our knees in water, set
the topsail, and then laid aloft on the main topsail yard, and
reefed that sail in the same manner; for, as I have before stated,
we were a good deal reduced in numbers, and, to make it worse, the
carpenter, only two days before, cut his leg with an axe, so that he
could not go aloft. This weakened us so that we could not well
manage more than one topsail at a time, in such weather as this,
and, of course, our labor was doubled. From the main topsail yard,
we went upon the main yard, and took a reef in the mainsail. No sooner
had we got on deck, than- "Lay aloft there, mizen-top-men, and
close-reef the mizen topsail!" This called me; and being nearest to
the rigging, I got first aloft, and out to the weather earing. English
Ben was on the yard just after me, and took the lee earing, and the
rest of our gang were soon on the yard, and began to fist the sail,
when the mate considerately sent up the cook and steward, to help
us. I could now account for the long time it took to pass the other
earings, for, to do my best, with a strong hand to help me at the
dog's ear, I could not get it passed until I heard them beginning
everything to complain in the bunt. One reef after another we took in,
until the sail was close-reefed, when we went down and hoisted away at
the halyards. In the mean time, the jib had been furled and the
staysail set, and the ship, under her reduced sail, had got more
upright and was under management; but the two top-gallant sails were
still hanging in the buntlines, and slatting and jerking as though
they would take the masts out of her. We gave a look aloft, and knew
that our work was not done yet; and, sure enough, no sooner did the
mate see that we were on deck, than- "Lay aloft there, four of you,
and furl the top-gallant sails!" This called me again, and two of us
went aloft, up the fore rigging, and two more up the main, upon the
top-gallant yards. The shrouds were now iced over, the sleet having
formed a crust or cake round all the standing rigging, and on the
weather side of the masts and yards. When we got upon the yard, my
hands were so numb that I could not have cast off the knot of the
gasket to have saved my life. We both lay over the yard for a few
seconds, beating our hands upon the sail, until we started the blood
into our fingers' ends, and at the next moment our hands were in a
burning heat. My companion on the yard was a lad, who came out in
the ship a weak, puny boy, from one of the Boston schools;- "no
larger than a spritsail sheet knot," nor "heavier than a paper of
lampblack," and "not strong enough to haul a shad off a gridiron," but
who was now "as long as a spare topmast, strong enough to knock down
an ox, and hearty enough to eat him." We fisted the sail together, and
after six or eight minutes of hard hauling and pulling and beating
down the sail, which was as stiff as sheet iron, we managed to get
it furied; and snugly furled it must be, for we knew the mate well
enough to be certain that if it got adrift again, we should be
called up from our watch below, at any hour of the night, to furl it.
I had been on the look-out for a moment to jump below and clap on
a thick jacket and south-wester; but when we got on deck we found that
eight bells had been struck, and the other watch gone below, so that
there were two hours of dog watch for us, and a plenty of work to
do. It had now set in for a steady gale from the south-west; but we
were not yet far enough to the southward to make a fair wind of it,
for we must give Terra del Fuego a wide berth. The decks were
covered with snow, and there was a constant driving of sleet. In fact,
Cape Horn had set in with good earnest. In the midst of all this,
and before it became dark, we had all the studding-sails to make up
and stow away, and then to lay aloft and rig in all the booms, fore
and aft, and coil away the tacks, sheets, and halyards. This was
pretty tough work for four or five hands, in the face of a gale
which almost took us off the yards, and with ropes so stiff with ice
that it was almost impossible to bend them. I was nearly half an
hour out on the end of the fore yard, trying to coil away and stop
down the topmast studding-sail tack and lower halyards. It was after
dark when we got through, and we were not a little pleased to hear
four bells struck, which sent us below for two hours, and gave us each
a pot of hot tea with our cold beef and bread, and, what was better
yet, a suit of thick, dry clothing, fitted for the weather, in place
of our thin clothes, which were wet through and now frozen stiff.
This sudden turn, for which we were so little prepared, was as
unacceptable to me as to any of the rest; for I had been troubled
for several days with a slight tooth-ache, and this cold weather,
and wetting and freezing, were not the best things in the world for
it. I soon found that it was getting strong hold, and running over all
parts of my face; and before the watch was out I went aft to the mate,
who had charge of the medicine-chest, to get something for it. But the
chest showed like the end of a long voyage, for there was nothing that
would answer but a few drops of laudanum, which must be saved for
any emergency; so I had only to bear the pain as well as I could.
When we went on deck at eight bells, it had stopped snowing, and
there were a few stars out, but the clouds were still black, and it
was blowing a steady gale. Just before midnight, I went aloft and sent
down the mizen royal yard, and had the good luck to do it to the
satisfaction of the mate, who said it was done "out of hand and
ship-shape." The next four hours below were but little relief to me,
for I lay awake in my berth, the whole time, from the pain in my face,
and heard every bell strike, and, at four o'clock, turned out with the
watch, feeling little spirit for the hard duties of the day. Bad
weather and hard work at sea can be borne up against very well, if one
only has spirit and health; but there is nothing brings a man down, at
such a time, like bodily pain and want of sleep. There was, however,
too much to do to allow time to think; for the gale of yesterday,
and the heavy seas we met with a few days before, while we had yet ten
degrees more southing to make, had convinced the captain that we had
something before us which was not to be trifled with, and orders
were given to send down the long topgallant masts. The top-gallant and
royal yards were accordingly struck, the flying jib-boom rigged in,
and the top-gallant masts sent down on deck, and all lashed together
by the side of the long-boat. The rigging was then sent down and
coiled away below, and everything was made snug aloft. There was not a
sailor in the ship who was not rejoiced to see these sticks come down;
for, so long as the yards were aloft, on the least sign of a lull, the
top-gallant sails were loosed, and then we had to furl them again in a
snow-squall, and shin up and down single ropes caked with ice, and
send royal yards down in the teeth of a gale coming right from the
south pole. It was an interesting sight, too, to see our noble ship,
dismantled of all her top-hamper of long tapering masts and yards, and
boom pointed with spear-head, which ornamented her in port; and all
that canvas, which a few days before had covered her like a cloud,
from the truck to the water's edge, spreading far out beyond her
hull on either side, now gone; and she, stripped, like a wrestler
for the fight. It corresponded, too, with the desolate character of
her situation;- alone, as she was, battling with storms, wind, and
ice, at this extremity of the globe, and in almost constant night.
Friday, July 1st. We were now nearly up to the latitude of Cape
Horn, and having over forty degrees of easting to make, we squared
away the yards before a strong westerly gale, shook a reef out of
the fore-topsail, and stood on our way, east-by-south, with the
prospect of being up with the Cape in a week or ten days. As for
myself, I had had no sleep for forty-eight hours; and the want of
rest, together with constant wet and cold, had increased the swelling,
so that my face was nearly as large as two, and I found it
impossible to get my mouth open wide enough to eat. In this state, the
steward applied to the captain for some rice to boil for me, but he
only got only got a- "No! d-- you! Tell him to eat salt junk and hard
bread, like the rest of them." For this, of course, I was much obliged
to him, and in truth it was just what I expected. However, I did not
starve, for the mate, who was a man as well as a sailor, and had
always been a good friend to me, smuggled a pan of rice into the
galley, and told the cook to boil it for me, and not let the "old man"
see it. Had it been fine weather, or in port, I should have gone below
and lain by until my face got well; but in such weather as this, and
short-handed as we were, it was not for me to desert my post; so I
kept on deck, and stood my watch and did my duty as well as I could.
Saturday, July 2nd. This day the sun rose fair, but it ran too low
in the heavens to give any heat, or thaw out our sails and rigging;
yet the sight of it was pleasant; and we had a steady "reef topsail
breeze" from the westward. The atmosphere, which had previously been
clear and cold, for the last few hours grew damp, and had a
disagreeable, wet chilliness in it; and the man who came from the
wheel said he heard the captain tell "the passenger" that the
thermometer had fallen several degrees since morning, which he could
not account for in any other way than by supposing that there must
be ice near us; though such a thing had never been heard of in this
latitude, at this season of the year. At twelve o'clock we went below,
and had just got through dinner, when the cook put his head down the
scuttle and told us to come on deck and see the finest sight that we
had ever seen. "Where away, cook?" asked the first man who was up. "On
the larboard bow." And there lay, floating in the ocean, several miles
off, an immense, irregular mass, its top and points covered with snow,
and its center of a deep indigo color. This was an iceberg, and of the
largest size, as one of our men said who had been in the Northern
ocean. As far as the eye could reach, the sea in every direction was
of a deep blue color, the waves running high and fresh, and
sparkling in the light, and in the midst lay this immense
mountain-island, its cavities and valleys thrown into deep shade,
and its points and pinnacles glittering in the sun. All hands were
soon on deck, looking at it, and admiring in various ways its beauty
and grandeur. But no description can give any idea of the strangeness,
splendor, and, really, the sublimity, of the sight. Its great
size;- for it must have been from two to three miles in
circumference, and several hundred feet in height;- its slow motion,
as ts base rose and sank in the water, and its high points nodded
against the clouds; the dashing of the waves upon it, which, breaking
high with foam, lined its base with a white crust; and the thundering
sound of the cracking of the mass, and the breaking and tumbling down
of huge pieces; together with its nearness and approach, which added a
slight element of fear,- all combined to give to it the character of
true sublimity. The main body of the mass was, as I have said, of an
indigo color, its base crusted with frozen foam; and as it grew thin
and transparent toward the edges and top, its color shaded off from
a deep blue to the whiteness of snow. It seemed to be drifting
slowly toward the north, so that we kept away and avoided it. It was
in sight all the afternoon; and when we got to leeward of it, the wind
died away, so that we lay-to quite near it for a greater part of the
night. Unfortunately, there was no moon, but it was a clear night, and
we could plainly mark the long, regular heaving of the stupendous
mass, as its edges moved slowly against the stars. Several times in
our watch loud cracks were heard, which sounded as though they must
have run through the whole length of the iceberg, and several pieces
fell down with a thundering crash, plunging heavily into the sea.
Toward morning, a strong breeze sprang up, and we filled away, and
left it astern, and at daylight it was out of sight. The next day,
which was
Sunday, July 3d, the breeze continued strong, the air exceedingly
chilly, and the thermometer low. In the course of the day we saw
several icebergs, of different sizes, but none so near as the one
which we saw the day before. Some of them, as well as we could
judge, at the distance at which we were, must have been as large as
that, if not larger. At noon we were in latitude 55 deg. 12' south,
and supposed longitude 89 deg. 5' west. Toward night the wind hauled
to the southward, and headed us off our course a little, and blew a
tremendous gale; but this we did not mind, as there was no rain nor
snow, and we were already under close sail.
Monday, July 4th. This was "independence day" in Boston. What firing
of guns, and ringing of bells, and rejoicings of all sorts, in every
part of our country! The ladies (who have not gone down to Nahant, for
a breath of cool air, and sight of the ocean) walking the streets with
parasols over their heads, and the dandies in their white pantaloons
and silk stockings! What quantities of ice-cream have been eaten,
and what quantities of ice brought into the city from a distance,
and sold out by the lump and the pound! The smallest of the islands
which we saw to-day would have made the fortune of poor Jack, if he
had had it in Boston; and I dare say he would have had no objection to
being there with it. This, to be sure, was no place to keep the fourth
of July. To keep ourselves warm, and the ship out of the ice, was as
much as we could do. Yet no one forgot the day; and many were the
wishes, and conjectures, and comparisons, both serious and
ludicrous, which were made among all hands. The sun shone bright as
long as it was up, only that a scud of black clouds was ever and
anon driving across it. At noon we were in lat. 54 deg. 27' S.,and
long. 85 deg. 5' W., having made a good deal of easting, but having
lost in our latitude by the heading of the wind. Between daylight and
dark- that is, between nine o'clock and three- we saw thirty-four ice
islands, of various sizes; some no bigger than the hull of our vessel,
and others apparently nearly as large as the one that we first saw;
though, as we went on, the islands became smaller and more numerous;
and, at sundown of this day, a man at the mast-head saw large fields
of floating ice called "field-ice" at the south-east. This kind of ice
is much more dangerous than the large islands, for those can be seen
at a distance, and kept away from; but the field-ice, floating in
great quantities, and covering the ocean for miles and miles, in
pieces of every size-large, flat, and broken cakes, with here and
there an island rising twenty and thirty feet, and as large as the
ship's hull;- this, it is very difficult to sheer clear of. A
constant look-out was necessary; for any of these pieces, coming
with the heave of the sea, were large enough to have knocked a hole in
the ship, and that would have been the end of us; for no boat (even if
we could have got one out) could have lived in such a sea; and no
man could have lived in a boat in such weather. To make our
condition still worse, the wind came out due east, just after sundown,
and it blew a gale dead ahead, with hail and sleet, and a thick fog,
so that we could not see half the length of the ship. Our chief
reliance, the prevailing westerly gales, was thus cut off; and here we
were, nearly seven hundred miles to the westward of the Cape, with a
gale dead from the eastward, and the weather so thick that we could
not see the ice with which we were surrounded, until it was directly
under our bows. At four, P. M. (it was then quite dark) all hands were
called, and sent aloft in a violent squall of hall and rain, to take
in sail. We had now all got on our "Cape Horn rig"- thick boots,
south-westers coming down over our neck and ears, thick trowsers and
jackets, and some with oil-cloth suits over all. Mittens, too, we wore
on deck, but it would not do to go aloft with them on, for it was
impossible to work with them, and, being wet and stiff, they might let
a man slip overboard, for all the hold be could get upon a rope; so,
we were obliged to work with bare hands, which, as well as our
faces, were often cut with the hail-stones, which fell thick and
large. Our ship was now all cased with ice,- hull, spars, and
standing rigging;- and the running rigging so stiff that we could
hardly bend it so as to delay it, or, still worse, take a knot with
it; and the sails nearly as stiff as sheet iron. One at a time, (for
it was a long piece of work and required many hands,) we furled the
courses, mizen topsail, and fore-topmast staysail, and close-reefed
the fore and main topsails, and hove the ship to under the fore,
with the main hauled up by the clewlines and buntlines, and ready to
be sheeted home, if we found it necessary to make sail to get to
windward of an ice island. A regular look-out was then set, and kept
by each watch in turn, until the morning. It was a tedious and anxious
night. It blew hard the whole time, and there was an almost constant
driving of either rain, hall, or snow. In addition to this, it was "as
thick as muck," and the ice was all about us. The captain was on
deck nearly the whole night, and kept the cook in the galley, with a
roaring fire, to make coffee for him, which he took every few hours,
and once or twice gave a little to his officers; but not a drop of
anything was there for the crew. The captain, who sleeps all the
daytime, and comes and goes at night as he chooses, can have his
brandy and water in the cabin, and his hot coffee at the galley; while
Jack, who has to stand through everything, and work in wet and cold,
can have nothing to wet his lips or warm his stomach. This was a
"temperance ship," and, like too many such ships, the temperance was
all in the forecastle. The sailor, who only takes his one glass as
it is dealt out to him, is in danger of being drunk; while the
captain, who has all under his hand, and can drink as much as he
chooses, and upon whose self-possession and cool judgment the lives of
all depend, may be trusted with any amount, to drink at his will.
Sailors will never be convinced that rum is a dangerous thing, by
taking it away from them, and giving it to the officers; nor that,
that temperance is their friend, which takes from them what they
have always had, and gives them nothing in the place of it. By
seeing it allowed to their officers, they will not be convinced that
it is taken from them for their good; and by receiving nothing in
its place, they will not believe that it is done in kindness. On the
contrary, many of them look upon the change as a new instrument of
tyranny. Not that they prefer rum. I never knew a sailor, in my
life, who would not prefer a pot of hot coffee or chocolate, in a cold
night, to all the rum afloat. They all say that rum only warms them
for a time; yet, if they can get nothing better, they will miss what
they have lost. The momentary warmth and glow from drinking it; the
break and change which is made in a long, dreary watch by the mere
calfing all hands aft and serving of it out; and the simply having
some event to look forward to, and to talk about; give it an
importance and a use which no one can appreciate who has not stood his
watch before the mast. On my passage round Cape Horn before, the
vessel that I was in was not under temperance articles, and grog was
served out every middle and morning watch, and after every reefing
of topsails; and though I had never drank rum before, and never intend
to again, I took my allowance then at the capstan, as the rest did,
merely for the momentary warmth it gave the system, and the change
in our feelings and aspect of our duties on the watch. At the same
time, as I have stated, there was not a man on board who would not
have pitched the rum to the dogs, (I have heard them say so, a dozen
times) for a pot of coffee or chocolate; or even for our common
beverage- "water bewitched, and tea begrudged," as it was.* The
temperance reform is the best thing that ever was undertaken for the
sailor; but when the grog is taken from him, he ought to have
something in its place. As it is now, in most vessels, it is a mere
saving to the owners; and this accounts for the sudden increase of
temperance ships, which surprised even the best friends of the
cause. If every merchant, when he struck grog from the list of the
expenses of his ship, had been obliged to substitute as much coffee,
or chocolate, as would give each man a pot-full when he came off the
topsail yard, on a stormy night;- I fear Jack might have gone to
ruin on the old road.**
*The proportions of the ingredients of the tea that was made for us
(and ours, as I have before stated, was a favorable specimen of
American merchantmen) were, a pint of tea, and a pint and a half of
molasses, to about three gallons of water. These are all boiled down
together in the "coppers," and before serving it out, the mess is
stirred up with a stick, so as to give each man his fair share of
sweetening and tea-leaves. The tea for the cabin is, of course, made
in the usual way, in a tea-pot, and drank with sugar.
**I do not wish these remarks, so far as they relate to the saving
of expense in the outfit, to be applied to the owners of our ship, for
she was supplied with an abundance of stores, of the best kind that
are given to seamen; though the dispensing of them is necessarily left
to the captain. Indeed, so high was the reputation of "the employ"
among men and officers, for the character and outfit of their vessels,
and for their liberality in conducting their voyages, that when it was
known that they had a ship fitting out for a long voyage, and that
hands were to be shipped at a certain time,- a half hour before the
time, as one of the crew told me, numbers of sailors were steering
down the wharf, hopping over the barrels, like flocks of sheep.
But this is not doubling Cape Horn. Eight hours of the night, our
watch was on deck, and during the whole of that time we kept a
bright look-out: one man on each bow, another in the bunt of the
fore yard, the third mate on the scuttle, one on each quarter, and a
man always standing by the wheel. The chief mate was everywhere, and
commanded the ship when the captain was below. When a large piece of
ice was seen in our way, or drifting near us, the word was passed
along, and the ship's head turned one way and another; and sometimes
the yards squared or braced up. There was little else to do than to
look out; and we had the sharpest eyes in the ship on the
forecastle. The only variety was the monotonous voice of the
look-out forward- "Another island!"- "Ice ahead!" "Ice on the lee
bow!"- "Hard up the helm!"- "Keep her off a little!"- "Stead-y!"
In the meantime, the wet and cold had brought my face into such a
state that I could neither eat nor sleep; and though I stood it out
all night, yet, when it became light, I was in such a state, that
all hands told me I must go below, and lie-by for a day or two, or I
should be laid up for a long time, and perhaps have the lock-jaw. When
the watch was changed I went into the steerage, and took off my hat
and comforter, and showed my face to the mate, who told me to go below
at once, and stay in my berth until the swelling went down, and gave
the cook orders to make a poultice for me, and said he would speak
to the captain.
I went below and turned-in, covering myself over with blankets and
jackets, and lay in my berth nearly twenty-four hours, half asleep and
half awake, stupid, from the dull pain. I heard the watch called,
and the men going up and down, and sometimes a noise on deck, and a
cry of "ice," but I gave little attention to anything. At the end of
twenty-four hours the pain went down, and I had a long sleep, which
brought me back to my proper state; yet my face was so swollen and
tender, that I was obliged to keep to my berth for two or three days
longer. During the two days I had been below, the weather was much the
same that it had been, head winds, and snow and rain; or, if the
wind came fair, too foggy, and the ice too thick, to run. At the end
of the third day the ice was very thick; a complete fog-bank covered
the ship. It blew a tremendous gale from the eastward, with sleet
and snow, and there was every promise of a dangerous and fatiguing
night. At dark, the captain called all hands aft, and told them that
not a man was to leave the deck that night; that the ship was in the
greatest danger; any cake of ice might knock a hole in her, or she
might run on an island and go to pieces. No one could tell whether she
would be a ship the next morning. The look-outs were then set, and
every man was put in his station. When I heard what was the state of
things, I began to put on my clothes to stand it out with the rest
of them, when the mate came below, and looking at my face, ordered
me back to my berth, saying that if we went down, we should all go
down together, but if I went on deck I might lay myself up for life.
This was the first word I had heard from aft; for the captain had done
nothing, nor inquired how I was, since I went below.
In obedience to the mate's orders, I went back to my berth; but a
more miserable night I never wish to spend. I never felt the curse
of sickness so keenly in my life. If I could only have been on deck
with the rest, where something was to be done, and seen, and heard;
where there were fellow-beings for companions in duty and danger-
but to be cooped up alone in a black hole, in equal danger, but
without the power to do, was the hardest trial. Several times, in
the course of the night, I got up, determined to go on deck; but the
silence which showed that there was nothing doing, and the knowledge
that I might make myself seriously ill, for nothing, kept me back.
It was not easy to sleep, lying, as I did, with my head directly
against the bows, which might be dashed in by an island of ice,
brought down by the very next sea that struck her. This was the only
time I had been ill since I left Boston, and it was the worst time
it could have happened. I felt almost willing to bear the plagues of
Egypt for the rest of the voyage, if I could but be well and strong
for that one night. Yet it was a dreadful night for those on deck. A
watch of eighteen hours, with wet, and cold, and constant anxiety,
nearly wore them out; and when they came below at nine o'clock for
breakfast, they almost dropped asleep on their chests, and some of
them were so stiff that they could with difficulty sit down. Not a
drop of anything had been given them during the whole time, (though
the captain, as on the night that I was on deck, had his coffee
every four hours,) except that the mate stole a potful of coffee for
two men to drink behind the galley, while he kept a look-out for the
captain. Every man had his station, and was not allowed to leave it;
and nothing happened to break the monotony of the night, except once
setting the main topsails to run clear of a large island to leeward,
which they were drifting fast upon. Some of the boys got so sleepy and
stupefied, that they actually fell asleep at their posts; and the
young third mate, whose station was the exposed one of standing on the
fore scuttle, was so stiff, when he was relieved, that he could not
bend his knees to get down. By a constant look-out, and a quick
shifting of the helm, as the islands and pieces came in sight, the
ship went clear of everything but a few small pieces, though
daylight showed the ocean covered for miles. At daybreak it fell a
dead calm, and with the sun, the fog cleared a little, and a breeze
sprung up from the westward, which soon grew into a gale. We had now a
fair wind, daylight, and comparatively clear weather; yet, to the
surprise of every one, the ship continued hove-to. Why does not he
run? What is the captain about? was asked by every one; and from
questions, it soon grew into complaints and murmurings. When the
daylight was so short, it was too bad to lose it, and a fair wind,
too, which every one had been praying for. As hour followed hour,
and the captain showed no sign of making sail, the crew became
impatient, and there was a good deal of talking and consultation
together, on the forecastle. They had been beaten out with the
exposure and hardship, and impatient to get out of it, and this
unaccountable delay was more than they could bear in quietness, in
their excited and restless state. Some said that the captain was
frightened,- completely cowed, by the dangers and difficulties that
surrounded us, and was afraid to make sail; while others said that
in his anxiety and suspense he had made a free use of brandy and
opium, and was unfit for his duty. The carpenter, who was an
intelligent man, and a thorough seaman, and had great influence with
the crew, came down into the forecastle, and tried to induce the
crew to go aft and ask the captain why he did not run, or request him,
in the name of all hands, to make sail. This appeared to be a very
reasonable request, and the crew agreed that if he did not make sail
before noon, they would go aft. Noon came, and no sail was made. A
consultation was held again, and it was proposed to take the ship from
the captain and give the command of her to the mate, who had been
heard to say that, if he could have his way, the ship would have
been half the distance to the Cape before nights,- ice or no ice. And
so irritated and impatient had the crew become, that even this
proposition, which was open mutiny, punishable with state prison,
was entertained, and the carpenter went to his berth, leaving it
tacitly understood that something serious would be done, if things
remained as they were many hours longer. When the carpenter left, we
talked it all over, and I gave my advice strongly against it.
Another of the men, too, who had known something of the kind attempted
in another ship by a crew who were dissatisfied with their captain,
and which was followed with serious consequences, was opposed to it.
S---, who soon came down, joined us, and we determined to have nothing
to do with it. By these means, they were soon induced to give it up,
for the present, though they said they would not lie where they were
much longer without knowing the reason.
The affair remained in this state until four o'clock, when an
order came forward for all hands to come aft upon the quarter-deck. In
about ten minutes they came forward again, and the whole affair had
been blown. The carpenter, very prematurely, and without any authority
from the crew, had sounded the mate as to whether he would take
command of the ship, and intimated an intention to displace the
captain; and the mate, as in duty bound, had told the whole to the
captain, who immediately sent for all hands aft. Instead of violent
measures, or, at least, an outbreak of quarter-deck bravado,
threats, and abuse, which they had every reason to expect, a sense
of common danger and common suffering seemed to have tamed his spirit,
and begotten something like a humane fellow feeling; for he received
the crew in a manner quiet, and even almost kind. He told them what he
had heard, and said that he did not believe that they would try to
do any such thing as was intimated; that they had always been good
men,- obedient, and knew their duty, and he had no fault to find with
them; and asked them what they had to complain of- said that no one
could say that he was slow to carry sail, (which was true enough;) and
that, as soon as he thought it was safe and proper, he should make
sail. He added a few words about their duty in their present
situation, and sent them forward, saying that he should take no
further notice of the matter; but, at the same time, told the
carpenter to recollect whose power he was in, and that if he heard
another word from him he would have cause to remember him to the day
of his death.
This language of the captain had a very good effect upon the crew,
and they returned quietly to their duty.
For two days more the wind blew from the southward and eastward;
or in the short intervals when it was fair, the ice was too thick to
run; yet the weather was not so dreadfully bad, and the crew had watch
and watch. I still remained in my berth, fast recovering, yet still
not well enough to go safely on deck. And I should have been perfectly
useless; for, from having eaten nothing for nearly a week, except a
little rice, which I forced into my mouth the last day or two, I was
as weak as an infant. To be sick in a forecastle is miserable
indeed. It is the worst part of a dog's life; especially in bad
weather. The forecastle, shut up tight to keep out the water and
cold air;- the watch either on deck, or asleep in their berths;- no
one to speak to;- the pale light of the single lamp, swinging to and
fro from the beam, so dim that one can scarcely see, much less read by
it;- the water dropping from the beams and carlines, and running down
the sides; and the forecastle so wet, and dark, and cheerless, and
so lumbered up with chests and wet clothes, that sitting up is worse
than lying in the berth! These are some of the evils. Fortunately, I
needed no help from any one, and no medicine; and if I had needed
help, I don't know where I should have found it. Sailors are willing
enough, but it is true, as is often said- No one ships for nurse on
board a vessel. Our merchant ships are always under-manned, and if one
man is lost by sickness, they cannot spare another to take care of
him. A sailor is always presumed to be well, and if he's sick, he's
a poor dog. One has to stand his wheel, and another his lookout, and
the sooner he gets on deck again, the better.
Accordingly, as soon as I could possibly go back to my duty, I put
on my thick clothes and boots and south-wester, and made my appearance
on deck. Though I had been but a few days below, yet everything looked
strangely enough. The ship was cased in ice,- decks, sides, masts,
yards, and rigging. Two close-reefed top-sails were all the sail she
had on, and every sail and rope was frozen so stiff in its place, that
it seemed as though it would be impossible to start anything. Reduced,
too, to her top-masts, she had altogether a most forlorn and
crippled appearance. The sun had come up brightly; the snow was
swept off the decks, and ashes thrown upon them, so that we could
walk, for they had been as slippery as glass. It was, course, too cold
to carry on any ship's work, and we had only to walk the deck and keep
ourselves warm. The wind was still ahead, and the whole ocean, to
the eastward, covered with islands and field-ice. At four bells the
order was given to square away the yards; and the man who came from
the helm said that the captain had kept her off to N. N. E. What could
this mean? Some said that he was going to put into Valparaiso, and
winter, and others that he was going to run out of the ice and cross
the Pacific, and go home round the Cape of Good Hope. Soon, however,
it leaked out, and we found that we were running for the straits of
Magellan. The news soon spread through the ship, and all tongues
were at work, talking about it. No one on board had been through the
straits but I had in my chest an account of the passage of the ship A.
J. Donelson, of New York, through those straits, a few years before.
The account was given by the captain, and the representation was as
favorable as possible. It was soon read by every one on board, and
various opinions pronounced. The determination of our captain had at
least this good effect; it gave every one something to think and
talk about, made a break in our life, and diverted our minds from
the monotonous dreariness of the prospect before us. Having made a
fair wind of it, we were going off at a good rate, and leaving the
thickest of the ice behind us. This, at least, was something.
Having been long enough below to get my hands well warmed and
softened, the first handling of the ropes was rather tough; but a
few days hardened them, and as soon as I got my mouth open wide enough
to take in a piece of salt beef and hard bread, I was all right again.
Sunday, July 10th. Lat. 54 deg. 10', long. 79 deg. 07'. This was our
position at noon. The sun was out bright; the ice was all left behind,
and things had quite a cheering appearance. We brought our wet
pea-jackets and trowsers on deck, and hung them up in the rigging,
that the breeze and the few hours of sun might dry them a little; and,
by the permission of the cook, the galley was nearly filled with
stockings and mittens, hung round to be dried. Boots, too, were
brought up; and having got a little tar and slush from below, we gave
them a thick coat. After dinner, all hands were turned-to, to get the
anchors over the bows, bend on the chains, etc. fishtackle was got up,
fish-davit rigged out, and after two or three hours of hard and cold
work, both the anchors were ready for instant use, a couple of
kedges got up, a hawser coiled away upon the fore-hatch, and the
deep-sea-lead-line overhauled and got ready. Our spirits returned with
having something to do; and when the tackle was manned to bowse the
anchor home, notwithstanding the desolation of the scene, we struck up
"Cheerily ho!" in full chorus. This pleased the mate, who rubbed his
hands and cried out- "That's right, my boys; never say die! That
sounds like the old crew!" and the captain came up, on hearing the
song, and said to the passenger, within hearing of the man at the
wheel,- "That sounds like a lively crew. They'll have their song so
long as there're enough left for a chorus!"
This preparation of the cable and anchors was for the passage of the
straits; for, being very crooked, and with a variety of currents, it
is necessary to come frequently to anchor. This was not, by any means,
a pleasant prospect, for, of all the work that a sailor is called upon
to do in cold weather, there is none so bad as working the
ground-tackle. The heavy chain cables to be hauled and pulled about
the decks with bare hands; wet hawsers, slip-ropes, and buoyropes to
be hauled aboard, dripping in water, which is running up your sleeves,
and freezing; clearing hawse under the bows; getting under weigh and
coming-to, at all hours of the night and day, and a constant
look-out for rocks and sands and turns of tides;- these are some of
the disagreeables of such a navigation to a common sailor. Fair or
foul, he wants to have nothing to do with the ground, tackle between
port and port. One of our hands, too, had unluckily fallen upon a half
of an old newspaper which contained an account of the passage, through
the straits, of a Boston brig, called, I think, the Peruvian, in which
she lost every cable and anchor she had, got aground twice, and
arrived at Valparaiso in distress. This was set off against the
account of the A. J. Donelson, and led us to look forward with less
confidence to the passage, especially as no one on board had ever been
through, and the captain had no very perfect charts. However, we
were spared any further experience on the point; for the next day,
when we must have been near the Cape of Pillars, which is the
south-west point of the mouth of the straits, a gale set in from the
eastward, with a heavy fog, so that we could not see half of the
ship's length ahead. This, of course, put an end to the project, for
the present; for a thick fog and a gale blowing dead ahead are not the
most favorable circumstances for the passage of difficult and
dangerous straits. This weather, too, seemed likely to last for some
time, and we could not think of beating about the mouth of the straits
for a week or two, waiting for a favorable opportunity; so we braced
up on the larboard tack, put the ship's head due south, and struck her
off for Cape Horn again.
CHAPTER XXXII
ICE AGAIN--A BEAUTIFUL AFTERNOON--CAPE HORN--"LAND HO!"--HEADING
FOR HOME
In our first attempt to double the Cape, when we came up to the
latitude of it, we were nearly seventeen hundred miles to the
westward, but, in running for the straits of Magellan, we stood so far
to the eastward, that we made our second attempt at a distance of
not more than four or five hundred miles; and we had great hopes, by
this means, to run clear of the ice; thinking that the easterly gales,
which had prevailed for a long time, would have driven it to the
westward. With the wind about two points free, the yards braced in a
little, and two close-reefed topsails and a reefed foresail on the
ship, we made great way toward the southward and, almost every
watch, when we came on deck, the air seemed to grow colder, and the
sea to run higher. Still, we saw no ice, and had great hopes of
going clear of it altogether, when, one afternoon, about three
o'clock, while we were taking a siesta during our watch below, "All
hands!" was called in a loud and fearful voice. "Tumble up here,
men!- tumble up!- don't stop for your clothes- before we're upon it!"
We sprang out of our berths and hurried upon deck. The loud, sharp
voice of the captain was heard giving orders, as though for life or
death, and we ran aft to the braces, not waiting to look ahead, for
not a moment was to be lost. The helm was hard up, the after yards
shaking, and the ship in the act of wearing. Slowly, with stiff
ropes and iced rigging, we swung the yards round, everything coming
hard, and with a creaking and rending sound, like pulling up a plank
which had been frozen into the ice. The ship wore round fairly, the
yards were steadied, and we stood off on the other tack, leaving
behind us, directly under our larboard quarter, a large ice island,
peering out of the mist, and reaching high above our tops, while
astern; and on either side of the island, large tracts of field-ice
were dimly seen, heaving and rolling in the sea. We were now safe, and
standing to the northward; but, in a few minutes more, had it not been
for the sharp look-out of the watch, we should have been fairly upon
the ice, and left our ship's old bones adrift in the Southern ocean.
After standing to the northward a few hours, we wore ship, and the
wind having hauled, we stood to the southward and eastward. All
night long, a bright lookout was kept from every part of the deck; and
whenever ice was seen on the one bow or the other, the helm was
shifted and the yards braced, and by quick working of the ship she was
kept clear. The accustomed cry of "Ice ahead!"- "Ice on the lee
bow!"- "Another island!" in the same tones, and with the same orders
following them, seemed to bring us directly back to our old position
of the week before. During our watch on deck, which was from twelve to
four, the wind came out ahead, with a pelting storm of hail and sleet,
and we lay hove-to, under a close-reefed main topsail, the whole
watch. During the next watch it fell calm, with a drenching rain,
until daybreak, when the wind came out to the westward, and the
weather cleared up, and showed us the whole ocean, in the course which
we should have steered, had it not been for the head wind and calm,
completely blocked up with ice. Here then our progress was stopped,
and we wore ship, and once more stood to the northward and eastward;
not for the straits of Magellan, but to make another attempt to double
the Cape, still farther to the eastward; for the captain was
determined to get round if perseverance could do it; and the third
time, he said, never failed.
With a fair wind we soon ran clear of the field-ice, and by noon had
only the stray islands floating far and near upon the ocean. The sun
was out bright, the sea of a deep blue, fringed with the white foam of
the waves which ran high before a strong southwester; our solitary
ship tore on through the water, as though glad to be out of her
confinement; and the ice islands lay scattered upon the ocean here and
there, of various sizes and shapes, reflecting the bright rays of
the sun, and drifting slowly northward before the gale. It was a
contrast to much that we had lately seen, and a spectacle not only
of beauty, but of life; for it required but little fancy to imagine
these islands to be animate masses which had broken loose from the
"thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice," and were working their way,
by wind and current, some alone, and some in fleets, to milder climes.
No pencil has ever yet given anything like the true effect of an
iceberg. In a picture, they are huge, uncouth masses, stuck in the
sea, while their chief beauty and grandeur,- their slow, stately
motion; the whirling of the snow about their summits, and the
fearful groaning and cracking of their parts,- the picture cannot
give. This is the large iceberg; while the small and distant islands,
floating on the smooth sea, in the light of a clear day, look like
little floating fairy isles of sapphire.
From a north-east course we gradually hauled to the eastward, and
after sailing about two hundred miles, which brought us as near to the
western coast of Terra del Fuego as was safe, and having lost sight of
the ice altogether,- for the third time we put the ship's head to the
southward, to try the passage of the Cape. The weather continued clear
and cold, with a strong gale from the westward, and we were fast
getting up with the latitude of the Cape, with a prospect of soon
being round. One fine afternoon, a man who had gone into the
fore-top to shift the rolling tackles, sung out, at the top of his
voice, and with evident glees- "Sail ho!" Neither land nor sail had
we seen since leaving San Diego; and any one who has traversed the
length of a whole ocean alone, can imagine what an excitement such
an announcement produced on board. "Sail ho!" shouted the cook,
jumping out of his galley; "Sail ho!" shouted a man, throwing back the
slide of the scuttle, to the watch below, who were soon out of their
berths and on deck; and "Sail ho!" shouted the captain down the
companion-way to the passenger in the cabin. Besides the pleasure of
seeing a ship and human beings in so desolate a place, it was
important for us to speak a vessel, to learn whether there was ice
to the eastward, and to ascertain the longitude; for we had no
chronometer, and had been drifting about so long that we had nearly
lost our reckoning, and opportunities for lunar observations are not
frequent or sure in such a place as Cape Horn. For these various
reasons, the excitement in our little community was running high,
and conjectures were made, and everything thought of for which the
captain would hail, when the man aloft sung out- "Another sail, large
on the weather bow!" This was a little odd, but so much the better,
and did not shake our faith in their being sails. At length the man in
the top hailed, and said he believed it was land, after all. "Land
in your eye!" said the mate, who was looking through a telescope;
"they are ice islands, if I can see a hole through a ladder;" and a
few moments showed the mate to be right and all our expectations fled;
and instead of what we most wished to see, we had what we most
dreaded, and what we hoped we had seen the last of. We soon,
however, left these astern, having passed within about two miles of
them; and at sundown the horizon was clear in all directions.
Having a fine wind, we were soon up with and passed the latitude
of the Cape, and having stood far enough to the southward to give it a
wide berth, we began to stand to the eastward, with a good prospect of
being round and steering to the northward on the other side, in a very
few days.
But ill luck seemed to have lighted upon us. Not four hours had we
been standing on in this course, before it fell dead calm; and in half
an hour it clouded up; a few straggling blasts, with spits of snow and
sleet, came from the eastward; and in an hour more, we lay hove-to
under a close-reefed main topsail, drifting bodily off to leeward
before the fiercest storm that we had yet felt, blowing dead ahead,
from the eastward. It seemed as though the genius of the place had
been roused at finding that we had nearly slipped through his fingers,
and had come down upon us with tenfold fury. The sailors said that
every blast, as it shook the shrouds, and whistled through the
rigging, said to the old ship, "No, you don't!"- "No, you don't!"
For eight days we lay drifting about in this manner. Sometimes,-
generally towards noons,- it fell calm; once or twice a round copper
ball showed itself for a few moments in the place where the sun
ought to have been; and a puff or two came from the westward, giving
some hope that a fair wind had come at last. During the first two
days, we made sail for these puffs, shaking the reefs out of the
topsails and boarding the tacks of the courses; but finding that it
only made work for us when the gale set in again, it was soon given
up, and we lay-to under our close-reefs.
We had less snow and hail than when we were farther to the westward,
but we had an abundance of what is worse to a sailor in cold
weather- drenching rain. Snow is blinding, and very bad when coming
upon a coast, but, for genuine discomfort, give me rain with
freezing weather. A snow-storm is exciting, and it does not wet
through the clothes (which is important to a sailor); but a constant
rain there is no escaping from. It wets to the skin, and makes all
protection vain. We had long ago run through all our dry clothes,
and as sailors have no other way of drying them than by the sun, we
had nothing to do but to put on those which were the least wet. At the
end of each watch, when we came below, we took off our clothes and
wrung them out; two taking hold of a pair of trowsers,- one at each
end,- and jackets in the same way. Stockings, mittens, and all, were
wrung out also and then hung up to drain and chafe dry against the
bulk-heads. Then, feeling of all our clothes, we picked out those
which were the least wet, and put them on, so as to be ready for a
call, and turned-in, covered ourselves up with blankets, and slept
until three knocks on the scuttle and the dismal sound of "All
starbowlines ahoy! Eight bells, there below! Do you hear the news?"
drawled out from on deck, and the sulky answer of "Aye, aye!" from
below, sent us up again.
On deck, all was as dark as a pocket, and either a dead calm, with
the rain pouring steadily down, or, more generally, a violent gale
dead ahead, with rain pelting horizontally, and occasional
variations of hail and sleet;- decks afloat with water swashing from
side to side, and constantly wet feet; for boots could not be wrung
out like drawers, and no composition could stand the constant soaking.
In fact, wet and cold feet are inevitable in such weather, and are not
the least of those little items which go to make up the grand total of
the discomforts of a winter passage round the Cape. Few words were
spoken between the watches as they shifted, the wheel was relieved,
the mate took his place on the quarter-deck, the look-outs in the
bows; and each man had his narrow space to walk fore and aft in, or,
rather, to swing himself forward and back in, from one belaying pin to
another,- for the decks were too slippery with ice and water to allow
of much walking. To make a walk, which is absolutely necessary to pass
away the time, one of us hit upon the expedient of sanding the deck;
and afterwards, whenever the rain was not so violent as to wash it
off, the weatherside of the quarterdeck and a part of the waist and
forecastle were sprinkled with the sand which we had on board for
holystoning; and thus we made a good promenade, where we walked fore
and aft, two and two, hour after hour, in our long, dull, and
comfortless watches. The bells seemed to be an hour or two apart,
instead of half an hour, and an age to elapse before the welcome sound
of eight bells. The sole object was to make the time pass on. Any
chance was sought for, which would break the monotony of the time; and
even the two hours' trick at the wheel, which came round to each of
us, in turn, once in every other watch, was looked upon as a relief.
Even the never-failing resource of long yarns, which eke out many a
watch, seemed to have failed us now; for we had been so long
together that we had heard each other's stories told over and over
again, till we had them by heart; each one knew the whole history of
each of the others, and we were fairly and literally talked out.
Singing and joking, we were in no humor for, and, in fact, any sound
of mirth or laughter would have struck strangely upon our ears, and
would not have been tolerated, any more than whistling, or a wind
instrument. The last resort, that of speculating upon the future,
seemed now to fail us, for our discouraging situation, and the
danger we were really in, (as we expected every day to find
ourselves drifted back among the ice) "clapped a stopper" upon all
that. From saying- "when we get home"- we began insensibly to alter
it to- "if we get home"- and at last the subject was dropped by a
tacit consent.
In this state of things, a new light was struck out, and a new field
opened, by a change in the watch. One of our watch was laid up for two
or three days by a bad hand, (for in cold weather the least cut or
bruise ripens into a sore,) and his place was supplied by the
carpenter. This was a windfall, and there was quite a contest, who
should have the carpenter to walk with him. As "Chips" was a man of
some little education, and he and I had had a good deal of intercourse
with each other, he fell in with me in my walk. He was a Fin, but
spoke English very well, and gave me long accounts of his country;-
the customs, the trade, the towns, what little he knew of the
government, (I found he was no friend of Russia), his voyages, his
first arrival in America, his marriage and courtship;- he had married
a countrywoman of his, a dress-maker, whom he met with in Boston. I
had very little to tell him of my quiet, sedentary life at home;
and, in spite of our best efforts, which had protracted these yarns
through five or six watches, we fairly talked one another out, and I
turned him over to another man in the watch, and put myself upon my
own resources.
I commenced a deliberate system of time-killing, which united some
profit with a cheering up of the heavy hours. As soon as I came on
deck, and took my place and regular walk, I began with repeating
over to myself a string of matters which I had in my memory, in
regular order. First, the multiplication table and the tables of
weights and measures; then the states of the union, with their
capitals; the counties of England, with their shire towns; the kings
of England in their order; and a large part of the peerage, which I
committed from an almanac that we had on board; and then the Kanaka
numerals. This carried me through my facts, and, being repeated
deliberately, with long intervals, often eked out the two first bells.
Then came the ten commandments; the thirty-ninth chapter of Job, and a
few other passages from Scripture. The next in the order, that I never
varied from, came Cowper's Castaway, which was a great favorite with
me; the solemn measure and gloomy character of which, as well as the
incident that it was founded upon, made it well suited to a lonely
watch at sea. Then his lines to Mary, his address to the jackdaw,
and a short extract from Table Talk; (I abounded in Cowper, for I
happened to have a volume of his poems in my chest;) "Ille et nefasto"
from Horace, and Goethe's Erl King. After I had got through these, I
allowed myself a more general range among everything that I could
remember, both in prose and verse. In this way, with an occasional
break by relieving the wheel, heaving the log, and going to the
scuttle-butt for a drink of water, the longest watch was passed
away; and I was so regular in my silent recitations, that if there was
no interruption by ship's duty, I could tell very nearly the number of
bells by my progress.
Our watches below were no more varied than the watch on deck. All
washing, sewing, and reading was given up; and we did nothing but eat,
sleep, and stand our watch, leading what might be called a Cape Horn
life. The forecastle was too uncomfortable to sit up in; and
whenever we were below, we were in our berths. To prevent the rain,
and the sea-water which broke over the bows, from washing down, we
were obliged to keep the scuttle closed, so that the forecastle was
nearly air-tight. In this little, wet, leaky hole, we were all
quartered, in an atmosphere so bad that our lamp, which swung in the
middle from the beams, sometimes actually burned blue, with a large
circle of foul air about it. Still I was never in better health than
after three weeks of this life. I gained a great deal of flesh, and we
all ate like horses. At every watch, when we came below, before
turning-in, the bread barge and beef kid were overhauled. Each man
drank his quart of hot tea night and morning; and glad enough we
were to get it, for no nectar and ambrosia were sweeter to the lazy
immortals, than was a pot of hot tea, a hard biscuit, and a slice of
cold salt beef, to us after a watch on deck. To be sure, we were
mere animals and had this life lasted a year instead of a month we
should have been little better than the ropes in the ship. Not a
razor, nor a brush, nor a drop of water, except the rain and the
spray, had come near us all the time; for we were on an allowance of
fresh water; and who would strip and wash himself in salt water on
deck, in the snow and ice, with the thermometer at zero?
After about eight days of constant easterly gales, the wind hauled
occasionally a little to the southward, and blew hard, which, as we
were well to the southward, allowed us to brace in a little and
stand on, under all the sail we could carry. These turns lasted but
a short while, and sooner or later it set again from the old
quarter; yet each time we made something, and were gradually edging
along to the eastward. One night, after one of these shifts of the
wind, and when all hands had been up a great part of the time, our
watch was left on deck, with the mainsail hanging in the buntlines,
ready to be set if necessary. It came on to blow worse and worse, with
hail and snow beating like so many furies upon the ship, it being as
dark and thick as night could make it. The mainsail was blowing and
slatting with a noise like thunder, when the captain came on deck, and
ordered it to be furled. The mate was about to call all hands, when
the captain stopped him, and said that the men would be beaten out
if they were called up so often; that as our watch must stay on
deck, it might as well be doing that as anything else. Accordingly, we
went upon the yard; and never shall I forget that piece of work. Our
watch had been so reduced by sickness, and by some having been left in
California, that, with one man at the wheel, we had only the third
mate and three beside myself to go aloft; so that at most, we could
only attempt to furl one yard-arm at a time. We manned the weather
yard-arm, and set to work to make a furl of it. Our lower masts
being short, and our yards very square, the sail had a head of
nearly fifty feet, and a short leach, made still shorter by the deep
reef which was in it, which brought the clew away out on the
quarters of the yard, and made a bunt nearly as square as the mizen
royal-yard. Beside this difficulty, the yard over which we lay was
cased with ice, the gaskets and rope of the foot and leach of the sail
as stiff and hard as a piece of suctionhose, and the sail itself about
as pliable as though it had been made of sheets of sheathing copper.
It blew a perfect hurricane, with alternate blasts of snow, hail,
and rain. We had to fist the sail with bare hands. No one could
trust himself to mittens, for if he slipped, he was a gone man. All
the boats were hoisted in on deck, and there was nothing to be lowered
for him. We had need of every finger God had given us. Several times
we got the sail upon the yard, but it blew away again before we
could secure it. It required men to lie over the yard to pass each
turn of the gaskets, and when they were passed, it was almost
impossible to knot them so that they would hold. Frequently we were
obliged to leave off altogether and take to beating our hands upon
the sail, to keep them from freezing. After some time,- which seemed
forever,- we got the weather side stowed after a fashion, and went
over to leeward for another trial. This was still worse, for the body
of the sail had been blown over to leeward, and as the yard was
a-cock-bill by the lying over of the vessel, we had to light it all up
to windward. When the yard-arms were furled, the bunt was all adrift
again, which made more work for us. We got all secure at last, but
we had been nearly an hour and a half upon the yard, and it seemed
an age. It just struck five bells when we went up, and eight were
struck soon after we came down. This may seem slow work, but
considering the state of everything, and that we had only five men
to a sail with just half as many square yards of canvas in it as the
mainsail of the Independence, sixty-gun ship, which musters seven
hundred men at her quarters, it is not wonderful that we were no
quicker about it. We were glad enough to get on deck, and still
more, to go below. The oldest sailor in the watch said, as he went
down,- "I shall never forget that main yard;- it beats all my going a
fishing. Fun is fun, but furling one yard-arm of a course, at a
time, off Cape Horn, is no better than man-killing."
During the greater part of the next two days, the wind was pretty
steady from the southward. We had evidently made great progress, and
had good hope of being soon up with the Cape, if we were not there
already. We could put but little confidence in our reckoning, as there
had been no opportunities for an observation, and we had drifted too
much to allow of our dead reckoning being anywhere near the mark. If
it would clear off enough to give a chance for an observation, or if
we could make land, we should know where we were; and upon these,
and the chances of falling in with a sail from the eastward, we
depended almost entirely.
Friday, July 22d. This day we had a steady gale from the
southward, and stood on under close sail, with the yards eased a
little by the weather braces, the clouds lifting a little, and showing
signs of breaking away. In the afternoon, I was below with Mr. H---
the third mate, and two others, filling the bread locker in the
steerage from the casks, when a bright gleam of sunshine broke out and
shone down the companion-way and through the sky-light, lighting up
everything below, and sending a warm glow through the heart of every
one. It was a sight we had not seen for weeks,- an omen, a god-send.
Even the roughest and hardest face acknowledged its influence. Just at
that moment we heard a loud shout from all parts of the deck, and
the mate called out down the companion-way to the captain, who was
sitting in the cabin. What he said, we could not distinguish, but
the captain kicked over his chair, and was on deck at one jump. We
could not tell what it was; and, anxious as we were to know, the
discipline of the ship would not allow of our leaving our places. Yet,
as we were not called, we knew there was no danger. We hurried to
get through with our job, when, seeing the steward's black face
peering out of the pantry, Mr. H--- hailed him. to know what was the
matter. "Lan' o, to be sure, sir! No you hear 'em sing out, 'Lan'
o?' De cap'em say 'im Cape Horn!"
This gave us a new start, and we were soon through our work, and
on deck; and there lay the land, fair upon the larboard beam, and
slowly edging away upon the quarter. All hands were busy looking at
it,- the captain and mates from the quarter-deck, the cook from his
galley, and the sailors from the forecastle; and even Mr. N., the
passenger, who had kept in his shell for nearly a month, and hardly
been seen by anybody, and who we had almost forgotten was on board,
came out like a butterfly, and was hopping round as bright as a bird.
The land was the island of Staten Land, and, just to the eastward of
Cape Horn; and a more desolate-looking spot I never wish to set eyes
upon;- bare, broken, and girt with rocks and ice, with here and
there, between the rocks and broken hillocks, a little stunted
vegetation of shrubs. It was a place well suited to stand at the
junction of the two oceans, beyond the reach of human cultivation, and
encounter the blasts and snows of a perpetual winter. Yet, dismal as
it was, it was a pleasant sight to us; not only as being the first
land we had seen, but because it told us that we had passed the
Cape,- were in the Atlantic,- and that, with twenty-four hours of this
breeze, might bid defiance to the Southern Ocean. It told us, too, our
latitude and longitude better than any observation; and the captain
now knew where we were, as well as if we were off the end of Long
wharf.
In the general joy, Mr. N. said he should like to go ashore upon the
island and examine a spot which probably no human being had ever set
foot upon; but the captain intimated that he would see the
island- specimens and all,- in- another place, before he would get out
a boat or delay the ship one moment for him.
We left the land gradually astern; and at sundown had the Atlantic
Ocean clear before us.
CHAPTER XXXIII
CRACKING ON--PROGRESS HOMEWARD--A PLEASANT SUNDAY--A FINE
SIGHT--BY-PLAY
It is usual, in voyages round the Cape from the Pacific, to keep
to the eastward of the Falkland Islands; but as it had now set in a
strong, steady, and clear south-wester, with every prospect of its
lasting, and we had had enough of high latitudes, the captain
determined to stand immediately to the northward, running inside the
Falkland Islands. Accordingly, when the wheel was relieved at eight
o'clock, the order was given to keep her due north, and all hands were
turned up to square away the yards and make sail. In a moment, the
news ran through the ship that the captain was keeping her off, with
her nose straight for Boston, and Cape Horn over her taffrail. It
was a moment of enthusiasm. Every one was on the alert, and even the
two sick men turned out to lend a hand at the halyards. The wind was
now due south-west, and blowing a gale to which a vessel close
hauled could have shown no more than a single close-reefed sail; but
as we were going before it, we could carry on. Accordingly, hands were
sent aloft, and a reef shaken out of the top-sails, and the reefed
foresail set. When we came to masthead the topsail yards, with all
hands at the halyards, we struck up "Cheerily, men," with a chorus
which might have been heard half-way to Staten Land. Under her
increased sail, the ship drove on through the water. Yet she could
bear it well; and the captain sang out from the
quarter-deck- "Another reef out of that fore-topsail, and give it to
her!" Two hands sprang aloft; the frozen reef-points and earings
were cast adrift, the halyards manned, and the sail gave out her
increased canvas to the gale. All hands were kept on deck to watch the
effect of the change. It was as much as she could well carry, and with
a heavy sea astern, it took two men at the wheel to steer her. She
flung the foam from her bows; the spray breaking aft as far as the
gangway. She was going at a prodigious rate. Still, everything held.
Preventer braces were reeved and hauled taught; tackles got upon the
backstays; and each thing done to keep all snug and strong. The
captain walked the deck at a rapid stride, looked aloft at the
sails, and then to windward; the mate stood in the gangway, rubbing
his hands, and talking aloud to the ship- "Hurrah, old bucket! the
Boston girls have got hold of the tow-rope!" and the like; and we were
on the forecastle, looking to see how the spars stood it, and guessing
the rate at which she was going,- when the captain called out- "Mr.
Brown, get up the topmast studding-sail! What she can't carry she
may drag!" The mate looked a moment; but he would let no one be before
him in daring. He sprang forward- "Hurrah, men! rig out the topmast
studdingsail boom! Lay aloft, and I'll send the rigging up to you!"-
We sprang aloft into the top; lowered a girt-line down, by which we
hauled up the rigging; rove the tacks and halyards; ran out the boom
and lashed it fast, and sent down the lower halyards, as a
preventer. It was a clear starlight night, cold and blowing; but
everybody worked with a will. Some, indeed, looked as though they
thought the "old man" was mad, but no one said a word. We had had a
new topmast studding-sail made with a reef in it,- a thing hardly
ever heard of, and which the sailors had ridiculed a good deal, saying
that when it was time to reef a studding-sail, it was time to take
it in. But we found a use for it now; for, there being a reef in the
topsail, the studding-sail could not be set without one in it also. To
be sure, a studding-sail with reefed topsails was rather a new
thing; yet there was some reason in it, for if we carried that away,
we should lose only a sail and a boom; but a whole topsail might
have carried away the mast and all.
While we were aloft, the sail had been got out, bent to the yard,
reefed, and ready for hoisting. Waiting for a good opportunity, the
halyards were manned and the yard hoisted fairly up to the block;
but when the mate came to shake the catspaw out of the downhaul, and
we began to boom-end the sail, it shook the ship to her centre. The
boom buckled up and bent like a whip-stick, and we looked every moment
to see something go; but, being of the short, tough upland spruce,
it bent like whalebone, and nothing could break it. The carpenter said
it was the best stick he had ever seen. The strength of all hands soon
brought the tack to the boom-end, and the sheet was trimmed down,
and the preventer and the weather brace hauled taught to take off
the strain. Every rope-yarn seemed stretched to the utmost, and
every thread of canvas; and with this sail added to her, the ship
sprang through the water like a thing possessed. The sail being nearly
all forward, it lifted her out of the water, and she seemed actually
to jump from sea to sea. From the time her keel was laid, she had
never been so driven; and had it been life or death with every one
of us, she could not have borne another stitch of canvas.
Finding that she would bear the sail, the hands were sent below, and
our watch remained on deck. Two men at the wheel had as much as they
could do to keep her within three points of her course, for she
steered as wild as a young colt. The mate walked the deck, looking
at the sails, and then over the side to see the foam fly by her,
slapping his hands upon his thighs and talking to the ship- "Hurrah,
you jade, you've got the scent!- you know where you're going!" And
when she leaped over the seas, and almost out of the water, and
trembled to her very keel, the spars and masts snapping and
creaking,- "There she goes!- There she goes,- handsomely!- as long as
she cracks she holds!"- while we stood with the rigging laid down
fair for letting go, and ready to take in sail and clear away, if
anything went. At four bells we hove the log, and she was going eleven
knots fairly; and had it not been for the sea from aft which sent
the ship home, and threw her continually off her course, the log would
have shown her to have been going much faster. I went to the wheel
with a young fellow from the Kennebec, who was a good helmsman; and
for two hours we had our hands full. A few minutes showed us that
our monkey-jackets must come off; and, cold as it was, we stood in our
shirt-sleeves, in a perspiration; and were glad enough to have it
eight bells, and the wheel relieved. We turned-in and slept as well as
we could, though the sea made a constant roar under her bows, and
washed over the forecastle like a small cataract.
At four o'clock, we were called again. The same sail was still on
the vessel, and the gale, if there was any change, had increased a
little. No attempt was made to take the studding-sail in; and, indeed,
it was too late now. If we had started anything toward taking it in,
either tack or halyards, it would have blown to pieces, and carried
something away with it. The only way now was to let everything
stand, and if the gale went down, well and good; if not, something
must go- the weakest stick or rope first- and then we could get it in.
For more than an hour she was driven on at such a rate that she seemed
actually to crowd the sea into a heap before her; and the water poured
over the spritsail yard as it would over a dam. Toward daybreak the
gale abated a little, and she was just beginning to go more easily
along, relieved of the pressure, when Mr. Brown, determined to give
her no respite, and depending upon the wind's subsiding as the sun
rose, told us to get along the lower studding-sail. This was an
immense sail, and held wind enough to last a Dutchman a week,-
hove-to. It was soon ready, the boom topped up, preventer guys rove,
and the idlers called up to man the halyards; yet such was still the
force of the gale, that we were nearly an hour setting the sail;
carried away the outhaul in doing it, and came very near snapping off
the swinging boom. No sooner was it set than the ship tore on again
like one that was mad, and began to steer as wild as a hawk. The men
at the wheel were puffing and blowing at their work, and the helm was
going hard up and hard down, constantly. Add to this, the gale did
not lessen as the day came on, but the sun rose in clouds. A sudden
lurch threw the man from the weather wheel across the deck and against
the side. The mate sprang to the wheel, and the man, regaining his
feet, seized the spokes, and they hove the wheel up just in time to
save her from broaching to; though nearly half the studding-sail
went under water; and as she came to, the boom stood up at an angle of
forty-five degrees. She had evidently more on her than she could bear;
yet it was in vain to try to take it in- the clewline was not strong
enough; and they were thinking of cutting away, when another wide
yaw and a come-to, snapped the guys, and the swinging boom came in,
with a crash, against the lower rigging. The outhaul block gave way,
and the topmast studding-sail boom bent in a manner which I never
before supposed a stick could bend. I had my eye on it when the guys
parted, and it made one spring and buckled up so as to form nearly a
half circle, and sprang out again to its shape. The clewline gave
way at the first pull; the cleat to which the halyards were belayed
was wrenched off, and the sail blew round the spritsail yards and head
guys, which gave us a bad job to get it in. A half hour served to
clear all away, and she was suffered to drive on with her topmast
studding-sail set, it being as much as she could stagger under.
During all this day and the next night, we went on under the same
sail, the gale blowing with undiminished force; two men at the wheel
all the time; watch and watch, and nothing to do but to steer and look
out for the ship, and be blown along;- until the noon of the next day-
Sunday, July 24th, when we were in latitude 50 deg. 27' S.,
longitude 62 deg. 13' W., having made four degrees of latitude in the
last twenty-four hours. Being now to northward of the Falkland
Islands, the ship was kept off, north-east, for the equator; and with
her head for the equator, and Cape Horn over her taffrail, she went
gloriously on; every heave of the sea leaving the Cape astern, and
every hour bringing us nearer to home, and to warm weather. Many a
time, when blocked up in the ice, with everything dismal and
discouraging about us, had we said,- if we were only fairly round,
and standing north on the other side, we should ask for no more:- and
now we had it all, with a clear sea, and as much wind as a sailor
could pray for. If the best part of the voyage is the last part,
surely we had all now that we could wish. Every one was in the highest
spirits, and the ship seemed as glad as any of us at getting out of
her confinement. At each change of the watch, those coming on deck
asked those going below- "How does she go along?" and got for answer,
the rate, and the customary addition- "Aye! and the Boston girls have
had hold of the tow-rope all the watch, and can't haul half the slack
in!" Each day the sun rose higher in the horizon, and the nights grew
shorter; and at coming on deck each morning, there was a sensible
change in the temperature. The ice, too, began to melt from off the
rigging and spars, and, except a little which remained in the tops and
round the hounds of the lower masts, was soon gone. As we left the
gale behind us, the reefs were shaken out of the topsails, and sail
made as fast as she could bear it; and every time all hands were sent
to the halyards, a song was called for, and we hoisted away with a
will.
Sail after sail was added, as we drew into fine weather; and in
one week after leaving Cape Horn, the long topgallant masts were got
up, topgallant and royal yards crossed, and the ship restored to her
fair proportions.
The Southern Cross we saw no more after the first night; the
Magellan Clouds settled lower and lower in the horizon; and so great
was our change of latitude each succeeding night, that we sank some
constellation in the south, and raised another in the northern
horizon.
Sunday, July 31st. At noon we were in lat. 36 deg. 41' S., long. 38
deg. 08' W., having traversed the distance of two thousand miles,
allowing for changes of course, in nine days. A thousand miles in four
days and a half!- This is equal to steam.
Soon after eight o'clock, the appearance of the ship gave evidence
that this was the first Sunday we had yet had in fine weather. As
the sun came up clear, with the promise of a fair, warm day, and, as
usual on Sunday, there was no work going on, all hands turned-to
upon clearing out the forecastle. The wet and soiled clothes which had
accumulated there during the past month, were brought up on deck;
the chests moved; brooms, buckets of water, swabs,
scrubbing-brushes, and scrapers carried down, and applied, until the
forecastle floor was as white as chalk, and everything neat and in
order. The bedding from the berths was then spread on deck, and dried,
and aired; the deck-tub filled with water; and a grand washing begun
of all the clothes which were brought up. Shirts, frocks, drawers,
trowsers, jackets, stockings, of every shape and color, wet and
dirty- many of them mouldy from having been lying a long time wet in a
foul corner- these were all washed and scrubbed out, and finally
towed overboard for half an hour; and then made fast in the rigging to
dry. Wet boots and shoes were spread out to dry in sunny places on
deck; and the whole ship looked like a back yard on a washing day.
After we had done with our clothes, we began upon our own persons. A
little fresh water, which we had saved from our allowance, was put
in buckets, and with soap and towels, we had what sailors call a
fresh-water wash. The same bucket, to be sure, had to go through
several hands, and was spoken for by one after another, but as we
rinsed off in salt water, pure from the ocean, and the fresh was
used only to start the accumulated grime and blackness of five
weeks, it was held of little consequence. We soaped down and
scrubbed one another with towels and pieces of canvas, stripping to
it; and then, getting into the head, threw buckets of water upon
each other. After this, came shaving, and combing, and brushing; and
when, having spent the first part of the day in this way, we sat
down on the forecastle, in the afternoon, with clean duck trowsers,
and shirts on, washed, shaved, and combed, and looking a dozen
shades lighter for it, reading, sewing, and talking at our ease,
with a clear sky and warm sun over our heads, a steady breeze over the
larboard quarter, studding-sails out alow and aloft, and all the
flying kites aboard;- we felt that we had got back into the
pleasantest part of a sailor's life. At sundown the clothes were all
taken down from the rigging- clean and dry- and stowed neatly away in
our chests; and our southwesters, thick boots, guernsey frocks, and
other accompaniments of bad weather, put out of the way, we hoped, for
the rest of the voyage, as we expected to come upon the coast early in
the autumn.
Notwithstanding all that has been said about the beauty of a ship
under full sail, there are very few who have ever seen a ship,
literally, under all her sail. A ship coming in or going out of
port, with her ordinary sails, and perhaps two of three
studding-sails, is commonly said to be under full sail; but a ship
never has all her sail upon her, except when she has a light, steady
breeze, very nearly, but not quite, dead aft, and so regular that it
can be trusted, and is likely to last for some time. Then, with all
her sails, light and heavy, and studding-sails, on each side, alow and
aloft, she is the most glorious moving object in the world. Such a
sight, very few, even some who have been at sea a great deal, have
ever beheld; for from the deck of your own vessel you cannot see
her, as you would a separate object.
One night, while we were in these tropics, I went out to the end
of the flying-jib-boom, upon some duty, and, having finished it,
turned round, and lay over the boom for a long time, admiring the
beauty of the sight before me. Being so far out from the deck, I could
look at the ship, as at a separate vessel;- and there rose up from
the water, supported only by the small black hull, a pyramid of
canvas, spreading out far beyond the hull, and towering up almost,
as it seemed in the indistinct night air, to the clouds. The sea was
as still as an inland lake; the light trade-wind was gently and
steadily breathing from astern; the dark blue sky was studded with the
tropical stars; there was no sound but the rippling of the water under
the stem; and the sails were spread out, wide and high;- the two
lower studding-sails stretching, on each side, far beyond the deck;
the topmast studding-sails, like wings to the topsails; the
top-gallant studding-sails spreading fearlessly out above them;
still higher, the two royal studding-sails, looking like two kites
flying from the same string; and, highest of all, the little
skysail, the apex of the pyramid, seeming actually to touch the stars,
and to be out of reach of human hand. So quiet, too, was the sea,
and so steady the breeze, that if these sails had been sculptured
marble, they could not have been more motionless. Not a ripple upon
the surface of the canvas; not even a quivering of the extreme edges
of the sail- so perfectly were they distended by the breeze. I was so
lost in the sight, that I forgot the presence of the man who came
out with me, until he said, (for he, too, rough old man-of-war's-man
as he was, had been gazing at the show,) half to himself, still
looking at the marble sails- "How quietly they do their work!"
The fine weather brought work with it, as the ship was to be put
in order for coming into port. This may give a landsman some notion of
what is done on board ship.- All the first part of a passage is spent
in getting a ship ready for sea, and the last part in getting her
ready for port. She is, as sailors say, like a lady's watch, always
out of repair. The new, strong sails, which we had up off Cape Horn,
were to be sent down, and the old set, which were still serviceable in
fine weather, to be bent in their place; all the rigging to be set up,
fore and aft; the masts stayed; the standing rigging to be tarred
down; lower and topmast rigging rattled down, fore and aft; the ship
scraped, inside and out, and painted; decks varnished; new and neat
knots, seizings and coverings to be fitted; and every part put in
order, to look well to the owner's eye, on coming into Boston. This,
of course, was a long matter; and all hands were kept on deck at
work for the whole of each day, during the rest of the voyage. Sailors
call this hard usage; but the ship must be in crack order, and
"we're homeward bound" was the answer to everything.
We went on for several days, employed in this way, nothing
remarkable occurring; and, at the latter part of the week, fell in
with the south-east trades, blowing about east-southeast, which
brought them nearly two points abaft our beam. These blew strong and
steady, so that we hardly started a rope, until we were beyond their
latitude. The first day of "all hands," one of those little
incidents occurred, which are nothing in themselves, but are great
matters in the eyes of a ship's company, as they serve to break the
monotony of a voyage, and afford conversation to the crew for days
afterwards. These small matters, too, are often interesting, as they
show the customs and state of feeling on shipboard.
In merchant vessels, the captain gives his orders as to the ship's
work, to the mate, in a general way, and leaves the execution of them,
with the particular ordering, to him. This has become so fixed a
custom, that it is like a law, and is never infringed upon by a wise
master, unless his mate is no seaman; in which case, the captain
must often oversee things for himself. This, however, could not be
said of our chief mate; and he was very jealous of any encroachment
upon the borders of his authority.
On Monday morning, the captain told him to stay the fore-topmast
plumb. He accordingly came forward, turned all hands to, with
tackles on the stays and back-stays, coming up with the seizings,
hauling here, belaying there, and full of business, standing between
the knightheads to sight the mast,- when the captain came forward,
and also began to give orders. This made confusion, and the mate,
finding that he was all aback, left his place and went aft, saying
to the captain--
"If you come forward, sir, I'll go aft. One is enough on the
forecastle."
This produced a reply, and another fierce answer; and the words
flew, fists were doubled up, and things looked threateningly.
"I'm master of this ship."
"Yes, sir, and I'm mate of her, and know my place! My place is
forward, and yours is aft!"
"My place is where I choose! I command the whole ship; and you are
mate only so long as I choose!"
"Say the word, Capt. T., and I'm done! I can do a man's work aboard!
I didn't come through the cabin windows! If I'm not mate, I can be
man," etc., etc.
This was all fun for us, who stood by, winking at each other, and
enjoying the contest between the higher powers. The captain took the
mate aft; and they had a long talk, which ended in the mate's
returning to his duty. The captain had broken through a custom,
which is a part of the common-law of a ship, and without reason; for
he knew that his mate was a sailor, and needed no help from him; and
the mate was excusable for being angry. Yet he was wrong, and the
captain right. Whatever the captain does is right, ipso facto, and any
opposition to it is wrong, on board ship; and every officer and man
knows this when he signs the ship's articles. It is a part of the
contract. Yet there has grown up in merchant vessels a series of
customs, which have become a well understood system, and have almost
the force of prescriptive law. To be sure, all power is in the
captain, and the officers hold their authority only during his will;
and the men are liable to be called upon for any service; yet, by
breaking in upon these usages, many difficulties have occurred on
board ship, and even come into courts of justice, which are
perfectly unintelligible to any one not acquainted with the
universal nature and force of these customs. Many a provocation has
been offered, and a system of petty oppression pursued towards men,
the force and meaning of which would appear as nothing to strangers,
and doubtless do appear so to many "'long-shore" juries and judges.
The next little diversion, was a battle on the forecastle one
afternoon, between the mate and the steward. They had been on bad
terms the whole voyage; and had threatened a rupture several times.
This afternoon, the mate asked him for a tumbler of water, and he
refused to get it for him, saying that he waited upon nobody but the
captain: and here he had the custom on his side. But in answering,
he left off "the handle to the mate's name." This enraged the mate,
who called him a "black soger;" and at it they went, clenching,
striking, and rolling over and over; while we stood by, looking on,
and enjoying the fun. The darky tried to butt him, but the mate got
him down, and held him, the steward singing out, "Let me go, Mr.
Brown, or there'll be blood spilt!" In the midst of this, the
captain came on deck, separated them, took the steward aft, and gave
him half a dozen with a rope's end. The steward tried to justify
himself; but he had been heard to talk of spilling blood, and that was
enough to earn him his flogging; and the captain did not choose to
inquire any further.
CHAPTER XXXIV
NARROW ESCAPES--THE EQUATOR--TROPICAL SQUALLS--A THUNDER STORM
The same day, I met with one of those narrow escapes, which are so
often happening in a sailor's life. I had been aloft nearly all the
afternoon, at work, standing for as much as an hour on the fore
top-gallant yard, which was hoisted up, and hung only by the tie;
when, having got through my work, I balled up my yarns, took my
serving-board in my hand, laid hold deliberately of the top-gallant
rigging, took one foot from the yard, and was just lifting the
other, when the tie parted, and down the yard fell. I was safe, by
my hold upon the rigging, but it made my heart beat quick. Had the tie
parted one instant sooner, or had I stood an instant longer on the
yard, I should inevitably have been thrown violently from the height
of ninety or a hundred feet, overboard; or, what is worse, upon the
deck. However, "a miss is as good as a mile;" a saying which sailors
very often have occasion to use. An escape is always a joke on board
ship. A man would be ridiculed who should make a serious matter of it.
A sailor knows too well that his life hangs upon a thread, to wish
to be always reminded of it; so, if a man has an escape, he keeps it
to himself, or makes a joke of it. I have often known a man's life
to be saved by an instant of time, or by the merest chance,- the
swinging of a rope,- and no notice taken of it. One of our boys, when
off Cape Horn, reefing topsails of a dark night, and when there were
no boats to be lowered away, and where, if a man fell overboard he
must be left behind,- lost his hold of the reef-point, slipped from
the foot-rope, and would have been in the water in a moment, when the
man who was next to him on the yard caught him by the collar of his
jacket, and hauled him up upon the yard, with- "Hold on, another
time, you young monkey, and be d--d to you!"- and that was all that
was heard about it.
Sunday, August 7th. Lat. 25 deg. 59' S., long. 27 deg. 0' W., Spoke
the English bark Mary-Catherine, from Bahia, bound to Calcutta. This
was the first sail we had fallen in with, and the first time we had
seen a human form or heard the human voice, except of our own number,
for nearly a hundred days. The very yo-ho-ing of the sailors at the
ropes sounded sociably upon the ear. She was an old, damaged-looking
craft, with a high poop and top-gallant forecastle, and sawed off
square, stem and stern, like a true English "tea-wagon," and with a
run like a sugar-box. She had studding-sails out alow and aloft,
with a light but steady breeze, and her captain said he could not
get more than four knots out of her and thought he should have a
long passage. We were going six on an easy bowline.
The next day, about three P. M., passed a large corvette-built ship,
close upon the wind, with royals and skysails set fore and aft,
under English colors. She was standing south-by-east, probably bound
round Cape Horn. She had men in her tops, and black mast-heads;
heavily sparred, with sails cut to a t, and other marks of a man-of
war. She sailed well, and presented a fine appearance; the proud,
aristocratic-looking banner of St. George, the cross in a blood-red
field, waving from the mizen. We probably were as fine a sight, with
our studding-sails spread far out beyond the ship on either side,
and rising in a pyramid to royal studding-sails and sky-sails, burying
the hull in canvas, and looking like what the whale-men on the Banks
under their stump top-gallant masts, call "a Cape Horner under a cloud
of sail."
Friday, August 12th. At daylight made the island of Trinidad,
situated in lat. 20 deg. 28' S., long. 29 deg. 08' W. At twelve M., it
bore N. W. 1/2 N., distant twenty-seven miles. It was a beautiful day,
the sea hardly ruffled by the light trades, and the island looking
like a small blue mound rising from a field of glass. Such a fair and
peaceful-looking spot is said to have been, for a long time, the
resort of a band of pirates, who ravaged the tropical seas.
Thursday, August 18th. At three P. M., made the island of Fernando
Naronha, lying in lat. 3 deg. 55' S., long. 32 deg. 35' W.; and
between twelve o'clock Friday night and one o'clock Saturday morning,
crossed the equator, for the fourth time since leaving Boston, in
long. 35 deg. W.; having been twenty-seven days from Staten Land- a
distance, by the courses we had made, of more than four thousand miles.
We were now to the northward of the line, and every day added to our
latitude. The Magellan Clouds, the last sign of South latitude, were
sunk in the horizon, and the north star, the Great Bear, and the
familiar signs of northern latitudes, were rising in the heavens. Next
to seeing land, there is no sight which makes one realize more that he
is drawing near home, than to see the same heavens, under which he was
born, shining at night over his head. The weather was extremely hot,
with the usual tropical alternations of a scorching sun and squalls of
rain; yet not a word was said in complaint of the heat, for we all
remembered that only three or four weeks before we would have given
nearly our all to have been where we now were. We had plenty of water,
too, which we caught by spreading an awning, with shot thrown in to
make hollows. These rain squalls came up in the manner usual between
the tropics.- A clear sky; burning, vertical sun; work going lazily
on, and men about decks with nothing but duck trowsers, checked
shirts, and straw hats; the ship moving as lazily through the water;
the man at the helm resting against the wheel, with his hat drawn over
his eyes; the captain below, taking an afternoon nap; the passenger
leaning over the taffrail, watching a dolphin following slowly in
our wake; the sailmaker mending an old topsail on the lee side of
the quarterdeck; the carpenter working at his bench, in the waist; the
boys making sinner; the spun-yarn winch whizzing round and round,
and the men walking slowly fore and aft with their yarns.- A cloud
rises to windward, looking a little black; the sky-sails are brailed
down; the captain puts his head out of the companion-way, looks at the
cloud, comes up, and begins to walk the deck.- The cloud spreads and
comes on;- the tub of yarns, the sail, and other matters, are thrown
below, and the sky-light and booby-hatch put on, and the slide drawn
over the forecastle.- "Stand by the royal halyards;"- the man at the
wheel keeps a good weather helm, so as not to be taken aback. The
squall strikes her. If it is light, the royal yards are clewed down,
and the ship keeps on her way; but if the squall takes strong hold,
the royals are clewed up, fore and aft; light hands lay aloft and furl
them; top-gallant yards clewed down, flying-jib hauled down, and the
ship kept off before it,- the man at the helm laying out his strength
to heave the wheel up to windward. At the same time a drenching
rain, which soaks one through in an instant. Yet no one puts on a
jacket or cap; for if it is only warm, a sailor does not mind a
ducking; and the sun will soon be out again. As soon as the force of
the squall has passed, though to a common eye the ship would seem to
be in the midst of its- "Keep her up to her course, again!"- "Keep her
up, sir," (answer);- "Hoist away the top-gallant yards!"- "Run up the
flying jib!"- "Lay aloft, you boys, and loose the royals!"- and all
sail is on her again before she is fairly out of the squall; and she
is going on in her course. The sun comes out once more, hotter than
ever, dries up the decks and the sailors' clothes; the hatches are
taken off; the sail got up and spread on the quarter-deck; spun-yarn
winch set a whirling again; rigging coiled up; captain goes below; and
every sign of an interruption is removed.
These scenes, with occasional dead calms, lasting for hours, and
sometimes for days, are fair specimens of the Atlantic tropics. The
nights were fine; and as we had all hands all day, the watch were
allowed to sleep on deck at night, except the man at the wheel, and
one look-out on the forecastle. This was not so much expressly
allowed, as winked at. We could do it if we did not ask leave. If
the look-out was caught napping, the whole watch was kept awake. We
made the most of this permission, and stowed ourselves away upon the
rigging, under the weather rail, on the spars, under the windlass, and
in all the snug corners; and frequently slept out the watch, unless we
had a wheel or a look-out. And we were glad enough to get this rest;
for under the "all hands" system, out of every other thirty-six hours,
we had only four below; and even an hour's sleep was a gain not to
be neglected. One would have thought so, to have seen our watch,
some nights, sleeping through a heavy rain. And often have we come
on deck, and finding a dead calm and a light, steady rain, and
determined not to lose our sleep, have laid a coil of rigging down
so as to keep us out of the water which was washing about decks, and
stowed ourselves away upon it, covering a jacket over us, and slept as
soundly as a Dutchman between two feather beds.
For a week or ten days after crossing the line, we had the usual
variety of calms, squalls, head winds, and fair winds;- at one time
braced sharp upon the wind, with a taught bowline, and in an hour
after, slipping quietly along, with a light breeze over the
taffrail, and studding-sails out on both sides;- until we fell in
with the north-east trade-winds; which we did on the afternoon of
Sunday, August 28th, in lat. 12 deg. N. The trade-wind clouds had
been in sight for a day or two previously, and we expected to take
them every hour. The light southerly breeze, which had been blowing
languidly during the first part of the day, died away toward noon, and
in its place came puffs from the north-east, which caused us to take
our studding-sails in and brace up; and in a couple of hours more,
we were bowling gloriously along, dashing the spray far ahead and to
leeward, with the cool, steady north-east trades, freshening up the
sea, and giving us as much as we could carry our royals to. These
winds blew strong and steady, keeping us generally upon a bowline,
as our course was about north-northwest; and sometimes, as they veered
a little to the eastward, giving us a chance at a main top-gallant
studding-sail; and sending us well to the northward, until-
Sunday, Sept. 4th, when they left us, in lat. 22 deg. N., long. 51
deg. W., directly under the tropic of Cancer.
For several days we lay "humbugging about" in the Horse latitudes,
with all sorts of winds and weather, and occasionally, as we were in
the latitude of the West Indies- a thunder storm. It was hurricane
month, too, and we were just in the track of the tremendous
hurricane of 1830, which swept the North Atlantic, destroying almost
everything before it. The first night after the tradewinds left us,
while we were in the latitude of the island of Cuba, we had a specimen
of a true tropical thunder storm. A light breeze had been blowing
directly from aft during the first part of the night which gradually
died away, and before midnight it was dead calm, and a heavy black
cloud had shrouded the whole sky. When our watch came on deck at
twelve o'clock, it was as black as Erebus; the studding-sails were all
taken in, and the royals furled; not a breath was stirring; the
sails hung heavy and motionless from the yards; and the perfect
stillness, and the darkness, which was almost palpable, were truly
appalling. Not a word was spoken, but every one stood as though
waiting for something to happen. In a few minutes the mate came
forward, and in a low tone, which was almost a whisper, told us to
haul down the jib. The fore and mizen top-gallant sails were taken in,
in the same silent manner; and we lay motionless upon the water,
with an uneasy expectation, which, from the long suspense, became
actually painful. We could hear the captain walking the deck, but it
was too dark to see anything more than one's hand before the face.
Soon the mate came forward again, and gave an order, in a low tone, to
clew up the main top-gallant sail; and so infectious was the awe and
silence, that the clewlines and buntlines were hauled up without any
of the customary singing out at the ropes. An English lad and myself
went up to furl it; and we had just got the bunt up, when the mate
called out to us, something, we did not hear what,- but supposing it
to be an order to bear-a-hand, we hurried, and made all fast, and came
down, feeling our way among the rigging. When we got down we found all
hands looking aloft, and there, directly over where we had been
standing, upon the main top-gallant-mast-head, was a ball of light,
which the sailors name a corposant (corpus sancti), and which the mate
had called out to us to look at. They were all watching it
carefully, for sailors have a notion that if the corposant rises in
the rigging, it is a sign of fair weather, but if it comes lower down,
there will be a storm. Unfortunately, as an omen, it came down, and
showed itself on the top-gallant yard-arm. We were off the yard in
good season, for it is held a fatal sign to have the pale light of the
corposant thrown upon one's face. As it was, the English lad did not
feel comfortably at having had it so near him, and directly over his
head. In a few minutes it disappeared, and showed itself again on
the fore top-gallant yard; and after playing about for some time,
disappeared again; when the man on the forecastle pointed to it upon
the flying-jib-boom-end. But our attention was drawn from watching
this, by the falling of some drops of rain and by a perceptible
increase of the darkness, which seemed suddenly to add a new shade
of blackness to the night. In a few minutes, low, grumbling thunder
was heard, and some random flashes of lightning came from the
south-west. Every sail was taken in but the topsails, still, no squall
appeared to be coming. A few puffs lifted the topsails, but they fell
again to the mast, and all was as stiff as ever. A moment more, and a
terrific flash and peal broke simultaneously upon us, and a cloud
appeared to open directly over our heads and let down the water in one
body, like a falling ocean. We stood motionless, and almost stupefied;
yet nothing had been struck. Peal after peal rattled over our heads,
with a sound which seemed actually to stop the breath in the body, and
the "speedy gleams" kept the whole ocean in a glare of light. The
violent fall of rain lasted but a few minutes, and was succeeded by
occasional drops and showers; but the lightning continued incessant
for several hours, breaking the midnight darkness with irregular and
blinding flashes. During all which time there was not a breath
stirring, and we lay motionless, like a mark to be shot at, probably
the only object on the surface of the ocean for miles and miles. We
stood hour after hour, until our watch was out, and we were relieved,
at four o'clock. During all this time, hardly a word was spoken; no
bells were struck, and the wheel was silently relieved. The rain fell
at intervals in heavy showers, and we stood drenched through and
blinded by the flashes, which broke the Egyptian darkness with a
brightness which seemed almost malignant; while the thunder rolled in
peals, the concussion of which appeared to shake the very ocean. A
ship is not often injured by lightning, for the electricity is
separated by the great number of points she presents, and the quantity
of iron which she has scattered in various parts. The electric fluid
ran over our anchors, top-sail sheets and ties; yet no harm was done
to us. We went below at four o'clock, leaving things in the same
state. It is not easy to sleep, when the very next flash may tear the
ship in two, or set her on fire; or where the deathlike calm may be
broken by the blast of a hurricane, taking the masts out of the ship.
But a man is no sailor if he cannot sleep when he turns-in, and turn
out when he's called. And when, at seven bells, the customary "All the
larboard watch, ahoy!" brought us on deck, it was a fine, clear, sunny
morning, the ship going leisurely along, with a good breeze and all
sail set.
CHAPTER XXXV
A DOUBLE REEF-TOP-SAIL BREEZE--SCURVY--A FRIEND IN NEED--PREPARING
FOR PORT--THE GULF STREAM
From the latitude of the West Indies, until we got inside the
Bermudas, where we took the westerly and south-westerly winds, which
blow steadily off the coast of the United States early in the
autumn, we had every variety of weather, and two or three moderate
gales, or, as sailors call them, double-reef-topsail breezes, which
came on in the usual manner, and of which one is a specimen of
all.- A fine afternoon; all hands at work, some in the rigging, and
others on deck; a stiff breeze, and ship close upon the wind, and
skysails brailed down.- Latter part of the afternoon, breeze increases,
ship lies over to it, and clouds look windy. Spray begins to fly
over the forecastle, and wets the yarns the boys are knotting;- ball
them up and put them below.- Mate knocks off work and clears up decks
earlier than usual, and orders a man who has been employed aloft to
send the royal halyards over to windward, as he comes down. Breast
backstays hauled taught, and tackle got upon the martingale
back-rope.- One of the boys furls the mizen royal.- Cook thinks there
is going to be "nasty work," and has supper ready early.- Mate gives
orders to get supper by the watch, instead of all hands, as usual.-
While eating supper, hear the watch on deck taking in the royals.-
Coming on deck, find it is blowing harder, and an ugly head sea is
running.- Instead of having all hands on the forecastle in the dog
watch, smoking, singing, and telling yarns, one watch goes below and
turns-in, saying that it's going to be an ugly night, and two hours'
sleep is not to be lost. Clouds look black and wild; wind rising,
and ship working hard against a heavy sea, which breaks over the
forecastle, and washes aft through the scuppers. Still, no more sail
is taken in, for the captain is a driver, and, like all drivers,
very partial to his top-gallant sails. A top-gallant sail, too,
makes the difference between a breeze and a gale. When a top-gallant
sail is on a ship, it is only a breeze, though I have seen ours set
over a reefed topsail, when half the bowsprit was under water, and
it was up to a man's knees in the scuppers. At eight bells, nothing is
said about reefing the topsails, and the watch go below, with orders
to "stand by for a call." We turn-in, growling at the "old man" for
not reefing the topsails when the watch was changed, but putting it
off so as to call all hands, and break up a whole watch below. Turn-in
"all standing," and keep ourselves awake, saying there is no use in
going asleep to be waked up again.- Wind whistles on deck, and ship
works hard, groaning and creaking, and pitching into a heavy head sea,
which strikes against the bows, with a noise like knocking upon a
rock.- The dim lamp in the forecastle swings to and fro, and things
"fetch away" and go over to leeward.- "Doesn't that booby of a second
mate ever mean to take in his top-gallant sails?- He'll have the
sticks out of her soon," says old Bill, who was always growling, and,
like most old sailors, did not like to see a ship abused.- By-and-by
an order is given- "Aye, aye, sir!" from the forecastle;- rigging is
heaved down on deck;- the noise of a sail is heard fluttering aloft,
and the short, quick cry which sailors make when hauling upon
clewlines.- "Here comes his fore-top-gallant sail in!"- We are wide
awake, and know all that's going on as well as if we were on deck.- A
well-known voice is heard from the mast-head singing out the officer
of the watch to haul taught the weather brace.- "Hallo! There's S---
aloft to furl the sail!"- Next thing, rigging is heaved down directly
over our heads, and a long-drawn cry and a rattling of hanks announce
that the flying-jib has come in.- The second mate holds on to the main
top-gallant sail until a heavy sea is shipped, and washes over the
forecastle as though the whole ocean had come aboard; when a noise
further aft shows that that sail, too, is taking in. After this, the
ship is more easy for a time; two bells are struck, and we try to get
a little sleep. By-and-by,-bang, bang, bang, on the scuttle- "All
ha-a-ands, a ho-o-y!"- We spring out of our berths, clap on a
monkey-jacket and south-wester, and tumble up the ladder.- Mate up
before us, and on the forecastle, singing out like a roaring bull;
the captain singing out on the quarter-deck, and the second mate
yelling, like a hyena, in the waist. The ship is lying over half upon
her beam-ends; lee scuppers under water, and forecastle all in a
smother of foam.- Rigging all let go, and washing about decks; topsail
yards down upon the caps, and sails flapping and beating against the
masts; and starboard watch hauling out the reef-tackles of the main
topsail. Our watch haul out the fore, and lay aloft and put two reefs
into it, and reef the foresail, and race with the starboard watch, to
see which will mast-head its topsail first. All hands tally-on to the
main tack, and while some are furling the jib, and hoisting the
staysail, we mizen-topmen double-reef the mizen topsail and hoist it
up. All being made fast- "Go below, the watch!" and we turn-in to
sleep out the rest of the time, which is perhaps an hour and a half.
During all the middle, and for the first part of the morning watch, it
blows as hard as ever, but toward daybreak it moderates considerably,
and we shake a reef out of each topsail, and set the top-gallant sails
over them and when the watch come up, at seven bells, for breakfast,
shake the other reefs out, turn all hands to upon the halyards, get
the watch-tackle upon the top-gallant sheets and halyards, set the
flying-jib, and crack on to her again.
Our captain had been married only a few weeks before he left Boston;
and, after an absence of over two years, it may be supposed he was not
slow in carrying sail. The mate, too, was not to be beaten by anybody;
and the second mate, though he was afraid to press sail, was afraid as
death of the captain, and being between two fears, sometimes carried
on longer than any of them. We snapped off three flying-jib booms in
twenty-four hours, as fast as they could be fitted and rigged out;
sprung the spritsail yard; and made nothing of studding-sail booms.
Beside the natural desire to get home, we had another reason for
urging the ship on. The scurvy had begun to show itself on board.
One man had it so badly as to be disabled and off duty, and the
English lad, Ben, was in a dreadful state, and was daily growing
worse. His legs swelled and pained him so that he could not walk;
his flesh lost its elasticity, so that if it was pressed in, it
would not return to its shape; and his gums swelled until he could not
open his mouth. His breath, too, became very offensive; he lost all
strength and spirit; could eat nothing; grew worse every day; and,
in fact, unless something was done for him, would be a dead man in a
week, at the rate at which he was sinking. The medicines were all,
or nearly all, gone; and if we had had a chest-full, they would have
been of no use; for nothing but fresh provisions and terra firma has
any effect upon the scurvy. This disease is not so common now as
formerly; and is attributed generally to salt provisions, want of
cleanliness, the free use of grease and fat (which is the reason of
its prevalence among whalemen,) and, last of all, to laziness. It
never could have been from the latter cause on board our ship; nor
from the second, for we were a very cleanly crew, kept our
forecastle in neat order, and were more particular about washing and
changing clothes than many better-dressed people on shore. It was
probably from having none but salt provisions, and possibly from our
having run very rapidly into hot weather, after having been so long in
the extremest cold.
Depending upon the westerly winds, which prevail off the coast in
the autumn, the captain stood well to the westward, to run inside of
the Bermudas, and in the hope of falling in with some vessel bound
to the West Indies or the Southern States. The scurvy had spread no
farther among the crew, but there was danger that it might; and
these cases were bad ones.
Sunday, Sept. 11th. Lat. 30 deg. 04' N., long. 63 deg. 23' W.; the
Bermudas bearing north-northwest, distant one hundred and fifty miles.
The next morning, about ten o'clock, "Sail ho!" was cried on deck; and
all hands turned up to see the stranger. As she drew nearer, she
proved to be an ordinary-looking hermaphrodite brig, standing
south-southeast; and probably bound out, from the Northern States, to
the West Indies; and was just the thing we wished to see. She hove-to
for us, seeing that we wished to speak her; and we ran down to her;
boom-ended our studding-sails; backed our main topsail, and hailed
her- "Brig, ahoy!"- "Hallo!"- "Where are you from, pray?"- "From New
York, bound to Curacoa."- "Have you any fresh provisions to spare?"-
"Aye, aye! plenty of them!" We lowered away the quarter-boat,
instantly; and the captain and four hands sprang in, and were soon
dancing over the water, and alongside the brig. In about half an hour,
they returned with half a boat-load of potatoes and onions, and each
vessel filled away, and kept on her course. She proved to be the brig
Solon, of Plymouth, from the Connecticut river, and last from New York,
bound to the Spanish Main, with a cargo of fresh provisions, mules,
tin bake-pans, and other notions. The onions were genuine and fresh;
and the mate of the brig told the men in the boat, as he passed the
bunches over the side, that the girls had strung them on purpose for
us the day he sailed. We had supposed, on board, that a new president
had been chosen, the last winter, and, just as we filled away, the
captain hailed and asked who was president of the United States. They
answered, Andrew Jackson; but thinking that the old General could
not have been elected for a third time, we hailed again, and they
answered- Jack Downing; and left us to correct the mistake at our
leisure.
It was just dinner-time when we filled away; and the steward, taking
a few bunches of onions for the cabin, gave the rest to us, with a
bottle of vinegar. We carried them forward, stowed them away in the
forecastle, refusing to have them cooked, and ate them raw, with our
beef and bread. And a glorious treat they were. The freshness and
crispness of the raw onion, with the earthy taste, give it a great
relish to one who has been a long time on salt provisions. We were
perfectly ravenous after them. It was like a scent of blood to a
hound. We ate them at every meal, by the dozen; and filled our pockets
with them, to eat in our watch on deck; and the bunches, rising in the
form of a cone, from the largest at the bottom, to the smallest, no
larger than a strawberry, at the top, soon disappeared. The chief use,
however, of the fresh provisions, was for the men with the scurvy. One
of them was able to eat, and he soon brought himself to, by gnawing
upon raw potatoes; but the other, by this time, was hardly able to
open his mouth; and the cook took the potatoes raw, pounded them in
a mortar, and gave him the juice to drink. This he swallowed, by the
tea-spoonful at a time, and rinsed it about his gums and throat. The
strong earthy taste and smell of this extract of the raw potato at
first produced a shuddering through his whole frame, and after
drinking it, an acute pain, which ran through all parts of his body;
but knowing, by this, that it was taking strong hold, he persevered,
drinking a spoonful every hour or so, and holding it a long time in
his mouth; until, by the effect of this drink, and of his own restored
hope, (for he had nearly given up, in despair) he became so well as to
be able to move about, and open his mouth enough to eat the raw
potatoes and onions pounded into a soft pulp. This course soon
restored his appetite and strength; and in ten days after we spoke the
Solon, so rapid was his recovery, that, from lying helpless and almost
hopeless in his berth, he was at the mast-head, furling a royal.
With a fine south-west wind, we passed inside of the Bermudas; and
notwithstanding the old couplet, which was quoted again and again by
those who thought we should have one more touch of a storm before
our voyage was up,--
"If the Bermudas let you pass,
You must beware of Hatteras-"
we were to the northward of Hatteras, with good weather, and beginning
to count, not the days, but the hours, to the time when we should be
at anchor in Boston harbor.
Our ship was in fine order, all hands having been hard at work
upon her from daylight to dark, every day but Sunday, from the time we
got into warm weather on this side the Cape.
It is a common notion with landsmen that a ship is in her finest
condition when she leaves port to enter upon her voyage; and that
she comes home, after a long absence,
"With over-weathered ribs and ragged sails;
Lean, rent and beggared by the strumpet wind."
But so far from that, unless a ship meets with some accident, or comes
upon the coast in the dead of winter, when work cannot be done upon
the rigging, she is in her finest order at the end of the voyage. When
she sails from port, her rigging is generally slack; the masts need
staying; the decks and sides are black and dirty from taking in cargo;
riggers' seizings and overhand knots in place of nice seamanlike work;
and everything, to a sailor's eye, adrift. But on the passage home,
the fine weather between the tropics is spent in putting the ship into
the neatest order. No merchant vessel looks better than an Indiaman,
or a Cape Horner, after a long voyage; and many captains and mates
will stake their reputation for seamanship upon the appearance of
their ship when she hauls into the dock. All our standing rigging,
fore and aft, was set up and tarred; the masts stayed; the lower and
top-mast rigging rattled down, (or up, as the fashion now is;) and
so careful were our officers to keep the rattlins taught and straight,
that we were obliged to go aloft upon the ropes and shearpoles with
which the rigging was swifted in; and these were used as jury rattlins
until we got close upon the coast. After this, the ship was scraped,
inside and out, decks, masts, booms and all; a stage being rigged
outside, upon which we scraped her down to the water-line; pounding
the rust off the chains, bolts and fastenings. Then, taking two days
of calm under the line, we painted her on the outside, giving her open
ports in her streak, and finishing off the nice work upon the stern,
where sat Neptune in his car, holding his trident, drawn by
sea-horses; and re-touched the gilding and coloring of the
cornucopia which ornamented her billet-head. The inside was then
painted, from the skysail truck to the waterways- the yards black;
mast-heads and tops, white; monkey-rail, black, white, and yellow;
bulwarks, green; plank-shear, white; waterways, lead color, etc., etc.
The anchors and ring-bolts, and other iron work, were blackened with
coal-tar; and the steward kept at work, polishing the brass of the
wheel, bell, capstan, etc. The cabin, too, was scraped, varnished, and
painted; and the forecastle scraped and scrubbed; there being no
need of paint and varnish for Jack's quarters. The decks were then
scraped and varnished, and everything useless thrown overboard;
among which the empty tar barrels were set on fire and thrown
overboard, on a dark night, and left blazing astern, lighting up the
ocean for miles. Add to all this labor, the neat work upon the
rigging;- the knots, flemish-eyes, splices, seizings, coverings,
pointings, and graffings, which show a ship in crack order. The last
preparation, and which looked still more like coming into port, was
getting the anchors over the bows, bending the cables, rowsing the
hawsers up from between decks, and overhauling the deep-sea-lead-line.
Thursday, September 15th. This morning the temperature and
peculiar appearance of the water, the quantities of gulf-weed floating
about, and a bank of clouds lying directly before us, showed that we
were on the border of the Gulf Stream. This remarkable current,
running north-east, nearly across the ocean, is almost constantly
shrouded in clouds, and is the region of storms and heavy seas.
Vessels often run from a clear sky and light wind, with all sail, at
once into a heavy sea and cloudy sky, with doublereefed topsails. A
sailor told me that on a passage from Gibraltar to Boston, his
vessel neared the Gulf Stream with a light breeze, clear sky, and
studding-sails out, alow and aloft; while, before it, was along line
of heavy, black clouds, lying like a bank upon the water, and a vessel
coming out of it, under double-reefed topsails, and with royal yards
sent down. As they drew near, they began to take in sail after sail,
until they were reduced to the same condition; and, after twelve or
fourteen hours of rolling and pitching in a heavy sea, before a
smart gale, they ran out of the bank on the other side, and were in
fine weather again, and under their royals and skysails. As we drew
into it, the sky became cloudy, the sea high, and everything had the
appearance of the going off, or the coming on, of a storm. It was
blowing no more than a stiff breeze; yet the wind, being north-east,
which is directly against the course of the current, made an ugly,
chopping sea, which heaved and pitched the vessel about, so that we
were obliged to send down the royal yards, and to take in our light
sails. At noon, the thermometer, which had been repeatedly lowered
into the water, showed the temperature to be seventy; which was
considerably above that of the air,- as is always the case in the
centre of the Stream. A lad who had been at work at the royal
mast-head, came down upon the deck, and took a turn round the
long-boat; and looking very pale, said he was so sick that he could
stay aloft no longer, but was ashamed to acknowledge it to the
officer. He went up again, but soon gave out and came down, and leaned
over the rail, "as sick as a lady passenger." He had been to sea
several years, and had, he said, never been sick before. He was made
so by the irregular, pitching motion of the vessel, increased by the
height to which he had been above the hull, which is like the
fulcrum of the lever. An old sailor, who was at work on the
top-gallant yard, said he felt disagreeably all the time, and was
glad, when his job was done, to get down into the top, or upon the
deck. Another hand was sent to the royal masthead, who staid nearly an
hour, but gave up. The work must be done, and the mate sent me. I
did very well for some time, but began at length to feel very
unpleasantly, though I had never been sick since the first two days
from Boston, and had been in all sorts of weather and situations.
Still, I kept my place, and did not come down, until I had got through
my work, which was more than two hours. The ship certainly never acted
so badly before. She was pitched and jerked about in all manner of
ways; the sails seeming to have no steadying power over her. The
tapering points of the masts made various curves and angles against
the sky overhead, and sometimes, in one sweep of an instant, described
an are of more than forty-five degrees, bringing up with a sudden jerk
which made it necessary to hold on with both hands, and then
sweeping off, in another long, irregular curve. I was not positively
sick, and came down with a look of indifference, yet was not unwilling
to get upon the comparative terra firma of the deck. A few hours
more carried us through, and when we saw the sun go down, upon our
larboard beam, in the direction of the continent of North America,
we had left the bank of dark, stormy clouds astern, in the twilight.
CHAPTER XXXVI
SOUNDINGS--SIGHTS FROM HOME--BOSTON HARBOR--LEAVING THE SHIP
Friday, Sept. 16th. Lat. 38 deg. N., long. 69 deg. 00' W. A fine
south-west wind; every hour carrying us nearer in toward land. All
hands on deck at the dog watch, and nothing talked about, but our
getting in; where we should make the land; whether we should arrive
before Sunday; going to church; how Boston would look; friends; wages
paid;- and the like. Every one was in the best of spirits; and, the
voyage being nearly at an end, the strictness of discipline was
relaxed; for it was not necessary to order in a cross tone, what every
one was ready to do with a will. The little differences and quarrels
which a long voyage breeds on board a ship, were forgotten, and every
one was friendly; and two men, who had been on the eve of a battle
half the voyage, were laying out a plan together for a cruise on
shore. When the mate came forward, he talked to the men, and said we
should be on George's Bank before to-morrow noon; and joked with the
boys, promising to go and see them, and to take them down to Marble,
head in a coach.
Saturday, 17th. The wind was light all day, which kept us back
somewhat; but a fine breeze springing up at nightfall, we were running
fast in toward the land. At six o'clock we expected to have the ship
hove-to for soundings, as a thick fog, coming up showed we were near
them; but no order was given, and we kept on our way. Eight o'clock
came, and the watch went below, and, for the whole of the first
hour, the ship was tearing on, with studding-sails out, alow and
aloft, and the night as dark as a pocket. At two bells the captain
came on deck, and said a word to the mate, when the studding sails
were hauled into the tops, or boom-ended, the after yards backed,
the deep-sea-lead carried forward, and everything got ready for
sounding. A man on the spritsail yard with the lead, another on the
cat-head with a handful of the line coiled up, another in the fore
chains, another in the waist, and another in the main chains, each
with a quantity of the line coiled away in his hand. "All ready there,
forward?"- "Aye, aye, sir!"- "He-e-e-ave!"- "Watch! ho! watch!" sings
out the man on the man on the spritsail yard, and the heavy lead drops
into the water. "Watch! ho! watch!" bawls the man on the cat-head,
as the last fake of the coil drops from his hand, and "Watch! ho!
watch!" is shouted by each one as the line falls from his hold;
until it comes to the mate, who tends the lead, and has the line in
coils on the quarter-deck. Eighty fathoms, and no bottom! A depth as
great as the height of St. Peter's! the line is snatched in a block
upon the swifter, and three or four men haul it in and coil it away.
The after yards are braced full, the studding-sails hauled out
again, and in a few minutes more the ship had her whole way upon
her. At four bells, backed again, hove the lead, and- soundings! at
sixty fathoms! Hurrah for Yankee land! Hand over hand, we hauled the
lead in, and the captain, taking it to the light, found black mud on
the bottom. Studding-sails taken in; after yards filled, and ship kept
on under easy sail all night; the wind dying away.
The soundings on the American coast are so regular that a
navigator knows as well where he has made land, by the soundings, as
he would by seeing the land. Black mud is the soundings of Block
Island. As you go toward Nantucket, it changes to a dark sand; then,
sand and white shells; and on George's Banks, white sand; and so on.
Being off Block Island, our course was due east, to Nantucket
Shoals, and the South Channel; but the wind died away and left us
becalmed in a thick fog, in which we lay the whole of Sunday. At
noon of
Sunday, 18th, Block Island bore, by calculation, N.W. 1-4 W. fifteen
miles; but the fog was so thick all day that we could see nothing.
Having got through the ship's duty, and washed and shaved, we went
below, and had a fine time overhauling our chests, laying aside the
clothes we meant to go ashore in and throwing overboard all that
were worn out and good for nothing. Away went the woollen caps in
which we had carried hides upon our heads, for sixteen months, on
the coast of California; the duck frocks, for tarring down rigging;
worn-out and darned mittens and patched woollen trowsers which had
stood the tug of Cape Horn. We hove them overboard with a good will;
for there is nothing like being quit of the very last appendages and
remnants of our evil fortune. We got our chests all ready for going
ashore, ate the last "duff" we expected to have on board the ship
Alert; and talked as confidently about matters on shore as though
our anchor were on the bottom.
"Who'll go to church with me a week from to-day?"
"I will," says Jack; who said aye to everything.
"Go away, salt water!" says Tom. "As soon as I get both legs ashore,
I'm going to shoe my heels, and button my ears behind me, and start
off into the bush, a straight course, and not stop till I'm out of the
sight of salt water!"
"Oh! belay that! Spin that yarn where nobody knows your filling!
If you get once moored, stem and stern, in old B---'s grog-shop, with
a coal fire ahead and the bar under your lee, you won't see daylight
for three weeks!"
"No!" says Tom, "I'm going to knock off grog, and go and board at
the Home, and see if they won't ship me for a deacon!"
"And I," says Bill, "am going to buy a quadrant and ship for
navigator of a Hingham packet!"
These and the like jokes served to pass the time while we were lying
waiting for a breeze to clear up the fog and send us on our way.
Toward night a moderate breeze sprang up; the fog however continuing
as thick as before; and we kept on to the eastward. About the middle
of the first watch, a man on the forecastle sang out, in a tone
which showed that there was not a moment to be lost,- "Hard up the
helm!" and a great ship loomed up out of the fog, coming directly down
upon us. She luffed at the same moment, and we just passed one
another; our spanker boom grazing over her quarter. The officer of the
deck had only time to hail, and she answered, as she went into the fog
again, something about Bristol- Probably, a whaleman from Bristol,
Rhode Island, bound out. The fog continued through the night, with a
very light breeze, before which we ran to the eastward, literally
feeling our way along. The lead was heaved every two hours, and the
gradual change from black mud to sand, showed that we were approaching
Nantucket South Shoals. On Monday morning, the increased depth and
deep blue color of the water, and the mixture of shells and white sand
which we brought up, upon sounding, showed that we were in the
channel, and nearing George's; accordingly, the ship's head was put
directly to the northward, and we stood on, with perfect confidence in
the soundings, though we had not taken an observation for two days,
nor seen land; and the difference of an eighth of a mile out of the
way might put us ashore. Throughout the day a provokingly light wind
prevailed, and at eight o'clock, a small fishing schooner, which we
passed, told us we were nearly abreast of Chatham lights. Just
before midnight, a light land-breeze sprang up, which carried us
well along; and at four o'clock, thinking ourselves to the northward
of Race Point, we hauled upon the wind and stood into the bay,
west-northwest, for Boston light, and commenced firing guns for a
pilot. Our watch went below at four o'clock, but could not sleep,
for the watch on deck were banging away at the guns every few minutes.
And, indeed, we cared very little about it, for we were in Boston Bay;
and if fortune favored us, we could all "sleep in" the next night,
with nobody to call the watch every four hours.
We turned out, of our own will, at daybreak, to get a sight of land.
In the grey of the morning, one or two small fishing smacks peered out
of the mist; and when the broad day broke upon us, there lay the low
sand-hills of Cape Cod, over our larboard quarter, and before us,
the wide waters of Massachusetts Bay, with here and there a sail
gliding over its smooth surface. As we drew in toward the mouth of the
harbor, as toward a focus, the vessels began to multiply until the bay
seemed actually alive with sails gliding about in every direction;
some on the wind, and others before it, as they were bound to or
from the emporium of trade and centre of the bay. It was a stirring
sight for us, who had been months on the ocean without seeing anything
but two solitary sails; and over two years without seeing more than
the three or four traders on an almost desolate coast. There were
the little coasters, bound to and from the various towns along the
south shore, down in the bight of the bay, and to the eastward; here
and there a square-rigged vessel standing out to seaward; and, far
in the distance, beyond Cape Ann, was the smoke of a steamer,
stretching along in a narrow, black cloud upon the water. Every
sight was full of beauty and interest. We were coming back to our
homes; and the signs of civilization, and prosperity, and happiness,
from which we had been so long banished, were multiplying about us.
The high land of Cape Ann and the rocks and shore of Cohasset were
full in sight, the lighthouses, standing like sentries in white before
the harbors, and even the smoke from the chimney on the plains of
Hingham was seen rising slowly in the morning air. One of our boys was
the son of a bucket-maker; and his face lighted up as he saw the
tops of the well-known hills which surround his native place. About
ten o'clock a little boat came bobbing over the water, and put a pilot
on board, and sheered off in pursuit of other vessels bound in.
Being now within the scope of the telegraph stations, our signals were
run up at the fore, and in half an hour afterwards, the owner on
'change, or in his counting-room, knew that his ship was below; and
the landlords, runners, and sharks in Ann street learned that there
was a rich prize for them down in the bay: a ship from round the Horn,
with a crew to be paid off with two years' wages.
The wind continuing very light, all hands were sent aloft to strip
off the chafing gear; and battens, parcellings, roundings, hoops,
mats, and leathers, came flying from aloft, and left the rigging
neat and clean, stripped of all its sea bandaging. The last touch
was put to the vessel by painting the skysail poles; and I was sent up
to the fore, with a bucket of white paint and a brush, and touched her
off, from the truck to the eyes of the royal rigging. At noon, we
lay becalmed off the lower light-house; and it being about slack
water, we made little progress. A firing was heard in the direction of
Hingham, and the pilot said there was a review there. The Hingham
boy got wind of this, and said if the ship had been twelve hours
sooner, he should have been down among the soldiers, and in the
booths, and having a grand time. As it was, we had little prospect
of getting in before night. About two o'clock a breeze sprang up
ahead, from the westward, and we began beating up against it. A
full-rigged brig was beating in at the same time, and we passed one
another, in our tacks, sometimes one and sometimes the other,
working to windward, as the wind and tide favored or opposed. It was
my trick at the wheel from two till four; and I stood my last helm,
making between nine hundred and a thousand hours which I had spent
at the helms of our two vessels. The tide beginning to set against us,
we made slow work; and the afternoon was nearly spent, before we got
abreast of the inner light. In the meantime, several vessels were
coming down, outward bound; among which, a fine, large ship, with
yards squared, fair wind and fair tide, passed us like a race-horse,
the men running out upon her yards to rig out the studding-sail booms.
Toward sundown the wind came off in flaws, sometimes blowing very
stiff, so that the pilot took in the royals, and then it died away;
when, in order to get us in before the tide became too strong, the
royals were set again. As this kept us running up and down the rigging
all the time, one hand was sent aloft at each mast-head, to stand-by
to loose and furl the sails, at the moment of the order. I took my
place at the fore, and loosed and furled the royal five times
between Rainsford Island and the Castle. At one tack we ran so near to
Rainsford Island, that, looking down from the royal yard, the
island, with its hospital buildings, nice gravelled walks, and green
plats, seemed to he directly under our yard-arms. So close is the
channel to some of these islands, that we ran the end of our
flying-jib-boom over one of the out-works of the fortifications on
George's Island; and had had an opportunity of seeing the advantages
of that point as a fortified place; for, in working up the channel, we
presented a fair stem and stern, for raking, from the batteries, three
or four times. One gun might have knocked us to pieces.
We had all set our hearts upon getting up to town before night
and going ashore, but the tide beginning to run strong against us, and
the wind, what there was of it, being ahead, we made but little by
weather-bowing the tide, and the pilot gave orders to cock-bill the
anchor and overhaul the chain. Making two long stretches, which
brought us into the roads, under the lee of the castle, he clawed up
the topsails, and let go the anchor; and for the first time since
leaving San Diego,- one hundred and thirty-five days- our anchor was
upon bottom. In half an hour more, we were lying snugly, with all
sails furled, safe in Boston harbor; our long voyage ended; the
well-known scene about us; the dome of the State House fading in the
western sky; the lights of the city starting into sight, as the
darkness came on; and at nine o'clock the clangor of the bells,
ringing their accustomed peals; among which the Boston boys tried to
distinguish the well-known tone of the Old South.
We had just done furling the sails, when a beautiful little
pleasure-boat luffed up into the wind, under our quarter, and the
junior partner of the firm to which our ship belonged, jumped on
board. I saw him from the mizen topsail yard, and knew him well. He
shook the captain by the hand, and went down into the cabin, and in
a few moments came up and inquired of the mate for me. The last time I
had seen him, I was in the uniform of an undergraduate of Harvard
College, and now, to his astonishment, there came down from aloft a
"rough alley" looking fellow, with duck trowsers and red shirt, long
hair, and face burnt as black as an Indian's. He shook me by the hand,
congratulated me upon my return and my appearance of health and
strength, and said my friends were all well. I thanked him for telling
me what I should not have dared to ask; and if-
---"the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after like a sullen bell-"
certainly I shall ever remember this man and his words with pleasure.
The captain went up to town in the boat with Mr. H--, and left us
to pass another night on board ship, and to come up with the morning's
tide under command of the pilot.
So much did we feel ourselves to be already at home, in
anticipation, that our plain supper of hard bread and salt beef was
barely touched; and many on board, to whom this was the first
voyage, could scarcely sleep. As for myself, by one of those anomalous
changes of feeling of which we are all the subjects, I found that I
was in a state of indifference, for which I could by no means account.
A year before, while carrying hides on the coast, the assurance that
in a twelve month we should see Boston, made me half wild; but now
that I was actually there, and in sight of home, the emotions which
I had so long anticipated feeling, I did not find, and in their
place was a state of very nearly entire apathy. Something of the
same experience was related to me by a sailor whose first voyage was
one of five years upon the North-west Coast. He had left home, a
lad, and after several years of very hard and trying experience, found
himself homeward bound; and such was the excitement of his feelings
that, during the whole passage, he could talk and think of nothing
else but his arrival, and how and when he should jump from the
vessel and take his way directly home. Yet when the vessel was made
fast to the wharf and the crew dismissed, he seemed suddenly to lose
all feeling about the matter. He told me that he went below and
changed his dress; took some water from the scuttle-butt and washed
himself leisurely; overhauled his chest, and put his clothes all in
order; took his pipe from its place, filled it, and sitting down
upon his chest, smoked it slowly for the last time. Here he looked
round upon the forecastle in which he had spent so many years, and
being alone and his shipmates scattered, he began to feel actually
unhappy. Home became almost a dream; and it was not until his
brother (who had heard of the ship's arrival) came down into the
forecastle and told him of things at home, and who were waiting
there to see him, that he could realize where he was, and feel
interest enough to put him in motion toward that place for which he
had longed, and of which he had dreamed, for years. There is
probably so much of excitement in prolonged expectation, that the
quiet realizing of it produces a momentary stagnation of feeling as
well as of effort. It was a good deal so with me. The activity of
preparation, the rapid progress of the ship, the first making land,
the coming up the harbor, and old scenes breaking upon the view,
produced a mental as well as bodily activity, from which the change to
a perfect stillness, when both expectation and the necessity of
labor failed, left a calmness, almost of indifference, from which I
must be roused by some new excitement. And the next morning, when
all hands were called, and we were busily at work, clearing the decks,
and getting everything in readiness for going up to the
wharves,- loading the guns for a salute, loosing the sails, and
manning the windlass- mind and body seemed to wake together.
About ten o'clock, a sea-breeze sprang up, and the pilot gave orders
to get the ship under weigh. All hands manned the windlass, and the
long-drawn "Yo, heave, ho!" which we had last heard dying away among
the desolate hills of San Diego, soon brought the anchor to the
bows; and, with a fair wind and tide, a bright sunny morning, royals
and sky-sails set, ensign, streamer, signals, and pennant, flying, and
with our guns firing, we came swiftly and handsomely up to the city.
Off the end of the wharf, we rounded-to and let go our anchor; and
no sooner was it on the bottom, than the decks were filled with
people: custom-house officers; Toplier's agent, to inquire for news;
others, inquiring for friends on board, or left upon the coast;
dealers in grease, besieging the galley to make a bargain with the
cook for his slush; "loafers" in general; and last and chief,
boarding-house runners, to secure their men. Nothing can exceed the
obliging disposition of these runners, and the interest they take in a
sailor returned from a long voyage with a plenty of money. Two or
three of them, at different times, took me by the hand; remembered
me perfectly; were quite sure I had boarded with them before I sailed;
were delighted to see me back; gave me their cards; had a hand-cart
waiting on the wharf, on purpose to take my things up: would lend me a
hand to get my chest ashore; bring a bottle of grog on board if we did
not haul in immediately,- and the like. In fact, we could hardly get
clear of them, to go aloft and furl the sails. Sail after sail, for
the hundredth time, in fair weather and in foul, we furled now for the
last time together, and came down and took the warp ashore, manned the
capstan, and with a chorus which waked up half the North End, and rang
among the buildings in the dock, we hauled her in to the wharf.
Here, too, the landlords and runners were active and ready, taking a
bar to the capstan, lending a hand at the ropes, laughing and
talking and telling the news. The city bells were just ringing one
when the last turn was made fast, and the crew dismissed; and in
five minutes more, not a soul was left on board the good ship Alert,
but the old ship-keeper, who had come down from the counting-house
to take charge of her.
CONCLUDING CHAPTER
I trust that they who have followed me to the end of my narrative,
will not refuse to carry their attention a little farther, to the
concluding remarks which I here present to them.
This chapter is written after the lapse of a considerable time since
the end of my voyage, and after a return to my former pursuits; and in
it I design to offer those views of what may be done for seamen, and
of what is already doing, which I have deduced from my experiences,
and from the attention which I have since gladly given to the subject.
The romantic interest which many take in the sea, and in those who
live upon it, may be of use in exciting their attention to this
subject, though I cannot but feel sure that all who have followed me
in my narrative must be convinced that the sailor has no romance in
his every-day life to sustain him, but that it is very much the same
plain, matter-of-fact drudgery and hardship, which would be
experienced on shore. If I have not produced this conviction, I have
failed in persuading others of what my own experience has most fully
impressed upon myself.
There is a witchery in the sea, its songs and stories, and in the
mere sight of a ship, and the sailor's dress, especially to a young
mind, which has done more to man navies, and fill merchantmen, than
all the press-gangs of Europe. I have known a young man with such a
passion for the sea, that the very creaking of a block stirred up
his imagination so that he could hardly keep his feet on dry ground;
and many are the boys, in every seaport, who are drawn away, as by
an almost irresistible attraction, from their work and schools, and
hang about the decks and yards of vessels, with a fondness which, it
is plain, will have its way. No sooner, however, has the young
sailor begun his new life in earnest, than all this fine drapery falls
off, and he learns that it is but work and hardship, after all. This
is the true light in which a sailor's life is to be viewed; and if
in our books, and anniversary speeches, we would leave out much that
is said about "blue water," "blue jackets," "open hearts," "seeing
God's hand on the deep," and so forth, and take this up like any other
practical subject, I am quite sure we should do full as much for those
we wish to benefit. The question is, what can be done for sailors,
as they are,- men to be fed, and clothed, and lodged, for whom laws
must be made and executed, and who are to be instructed in useful
knowledge, and, above all, to he brought under religious influence and
restraint? It is upon these topics that I wish to make a few
observations.
In the first place, I have no fancies about equality on board
ship. It is a thing out of the question, and certainly, in the present
state of mankind, not to be desired. I never knew a sailor who found
fault with the orders and ranks of the service; and if I expected to
pass the rest of my life before the mast, I would not wish to have the
power of the captain diminished an iota. It is absolutely necessary
that there should be one head and one voice, to control everything,
and be responsible for everything. There are emergencies which require
the instant exercise of extreme power. These emergencies do not
allow of consultation; and they who would be the captain's constituted
advisers might be the very men over whom he would be called upon to
exert his authority. It has been found necessary to vest in every
government, even the most democratic, some extraordinary, and, at
first sight, alarming powers; trusting in public opinion, and
subsequent accountability to modify the exercise of them. These are
provided to meet exigencies, which an hope may never occur, but
which yet by possibility may occur, and if they should, and there were
no power to meet them instantly, there would be an end put to the
government at once. So it is with the authority of the shipmaster.
It will not answer to say that he shall never do this and that
thing, because it does not seem always necessary and advisable that it
should be done. He has great cares and responsibilities; is answerable
for everything; and is subject to emergencies which perhaps no other
man exercising authority among civilized people is subject to. Let
him, then, have powers commensurate with his utmost possible need;
only let him be held strictly responsible for the exercise of them.
Any other course would be injustice, as well as bad policy.
In the treatment of those under his authority, the captain is
amenable to the common law, like any other person. He is liable at
common law for murder, assault and battery, and other offences; and in
addition to this, there is a special statute of the United States
which makes a captain or other officer liable to imprisonment for a
term not exceeding five years, and to a fine not exceeding a
thousand dollars, for inflicting any cruel punishment upon,
withholding food from, or in any other way maltreating a seaman.
This is the state of the law on the subject; while the relation in
which the paities stand, and the peculiar necessities, excuses, and
provocations arising from that relation, are merely circumstances to
be considered in each case. As to the restraints upon the master's
exercise of power, the laws themselves seem, on the whole, to be
sufficient. I do not see that we are in need, at present, of more
legislation on the subject. The difficulty lies rather in the
administration of the laws; and this is certainly a matter that
deserves great consideration, and one of no little embarrassment.
In the first place, the courts have said that public policy requires
the power of the master and officers should be sustained. Many lives
and a great amount of property are constantly in their hands, for
which they are strictly responsible. To preserve these, and to deal
justly by the captain, and not lay upon him a really fearful
responsibility, and then tie up his hands, it is essential that
discipline should be supported. In the second place, there is always
great allowance to be made for false swearing and exaggeration by
seamen, and for combinations among them against their officers; and it
is to be remembered that the latter have often no one to testify on
their side. These are weighty and true statements, and should not be
lost sight of by the friends of seamen. On the other hand, sailors
make many complaints, some of which are well founded.
On the subject of testimony, seamen labor under a difficulty full as
great as that of the captain. It is a well-known fact, that they are
usually much better treated when there are passengers on board. The
presence of passengers is a restraint upon the captain, not only
from his regard to their feelings and to the estimation in which
they may hold him, but because he knows they will be influential
witnesses against him if he is brought to trial. Though officers may
sometimes be inclined to show themselves off before passengers, by
freaks of office and authority, yet cruelty they would hardly dare
to be guilty of. It is on long and distant voyages, where there is
no restraint upon the captain, and none but the crew to testify
against him, that sailors need most the protection of the law. On such
voyages as these, there are many cases of outrageous cruelty on
record, enough to make one heartsick, and almost disgusted with the
sight of man; and many, many more, which have never come to light, and
never will be known, until the sea shall give up its dead. Many of
these have led to mutiny and piracy,- stripe for stripe, and blood
for blood. If on voyages of this description the testimony of seamen
is not to be received in favor of one another, or too great a
deduction is made on account of their being seamen, their case is
without remedy; and the captain, knowing this, will be strengthened in
that disposition to tyrannize which the possession of absolute
power, without the restraints of friends and public opinion, is too
apt to engender.
It is to be considered, also, that the sailor comes into court under
very different circumstances from the master. He is thrown among
landlords, and sharks of all descriptions; is often led to drink
freely; and comes upon the stand unaided, and under a certain cloud of
suspicion as to his character and veracity. The captain, on the
other hand, is backed by the owners and insurers, and has an air of
greater respectability; though, after all, he may have but a little
better education than the sailor, and sometimes, (especially among
those engaged in certain voyages that I could mention) a very
hackneyed conscience.
These are the considerations most commonly brought up on the subject
of seamen's evidence; and I think it cannot but be obvious to every
one that here, positive legislation would be of no manner of use.
There can be no rule of law regulating the weight to be given to
seamen's evidence. It must rest in the mind of the judge and jury; and
no enactment or positive rule of court could vary the result a hair,
in any one case. The effect of a sailor's testimony in deciding a case
must depend altogether upon the reputation of the class to which he
belongs, and upon the impression he himself produces in court by his
deportment, and by those infallible marks of character which always
tell upon a jury. In fine, after all the well-meant and specious
projects that have been brought forward, we seem driven back to the
belief, that the best means of securing a fair administration of the
laws made for the protection of seamen, and certainly the only means
which can create any important change for the better, is the gradual
one of raising the intellectual and religious character of the sailor,
so that as an individual and as one of a class, he may, in the first
instance, command the respect of his officers, and if any difficulty
should happen, may upon the stand carry that weight which an
intelligent and respectable man of the lower class almost always
does with a jury. I know there are many men who, when a few cases of
great hardship occur, and it is evident that there is an evil
somewhere, think that some arrangement must be made, some law
passed, or some society got up, to set all right at once. On this
subject there can be no call for any such movement; on the contrary, I
fully believe that any public and strong action would do harm, and
that we must be satisfied to labor in the less easy and less
exciting task of gradual improvement, and abide the issue of things
working slowly together for good.
Equally injudicious would be any interference with the economy of
the ship. The lodging, food, hours of sleep, etc., are all matters
which, though capable of many changes for the better, must yet he left
to regulate themselves. And I am confident that there will be, and
that there is now a gradual improvement in all such particulars. The
forecastles of most of our ships are small, black, and wet holes,
which few landsmen would believe held a crew of ten or twelve men on a
voyage of months or years; and often, indeed in most cases, the
provisions are not good enough to make a meal anything more than a
necessary part of a day's duty;* and on the score of sleep, I fully
believe that the lives of merchant seamen are shortened by the want of
it. I do not refer to those occasions when it is necessarily broken in
upon; but, for months, during fine weather, in many merchantmen, all
hands are kept, throughout the day, and, then, there are eight hours
on deck for one watch each night. Thus it is usually the case that
at the end of a voyage, where there has been the finest weather, and
no disaster, the crew have a wearied and worn-out appearance. They
never sleep longer than four hours at a time, and are seldom called
without being really in need of more rest. There is no one thing
that a sailor thinks more of as a luxury of life on shore, than a
whole night's sleep. Still, all these things must be left to be
gradually modified by circumstances. Whenever hard cases occur, they
should be made known, and masters and owners should be held
answerable, and will, no doubt, in time, be influenced in their
arrangements and discipline by the increased consideration in which
sailors are held by the public. It is perfectly proper that the men
should live in a different part of the vessel from the officers; and
if the forecastle is made large and comfortable, there is no reason
why the crew should not live there as well as in any other part. In
fact, sailors prefer the forecastle. It is their accustomed place, and
in it they are out of the sight and hearing of their officers.
*I am not sure that I have stated, in the course of my narrative,
the manner in which sailors eat, on board ship. There are neither
tables, knives, forks, nor plates, in a forecastle; but the kid (a
wooden tub, with iron hoops) is placed on the floor, and the crew
sit round it, and each man cuts for himself with the common jack-knife
or sheath-knife, that he carries about him. They drink their tea out
of tin pots, holding little less than a quart each.
These particulars are not looked upon as hardships, and, indeed, may
be considered matters of choice. Sailors, in our merchantmen,
furnish their own eating utensils, as they do many of the
instruments which they use in the ship's work, such as knives, palms
and needles, marline-spikes, rubbers, etc. And considering their
mode of life in other respects, the little time they would have for
laying and clearing away a table with its apparatus, and the room it
would take up in a forecastle, as well as the simple character of
their meals, consisting generally of only one piece of meat,- it is
certainly a convenient method, and, as the kid and pans are usually
kept perfectly clean, a neat and simple one. I had supposed these
things to be generally known, until I heard, a few months ago, a
lawyer of repute, who has had a good deal to do with marine cases, ask
a sailor upon the stand whether the crew had "got up from table"
when a certain thing happened.
As to their food and sleep, there are laws, with heavy penalties,
requiring a certain amount of stores to be on board, and safely
stowed; and, for depriving the crew unnecessarily of food or sleep,
the captain is liable at common law, as well as under the statute
before referred to. Farther than this, it would not be safe to go. The
captain must be the judge when it is necessary to keep his crew from
their sleep; and sometimes a retrenching, not of the necessaries,
but of some of the little niceties of their meals, as, for instance,
duff on Sunday, may be a mode of punishment, though I think
generally an injudicious one.
I could not do justice to this subject without noticing one part
of the discipline of a ship, which has been very much discussed of
late, and has brought out strong expressions of indignation from
many,- I mean the infliction of corporal punishment. Those who have
followed me in my narrative will remember that I was witness to an act
of great cruelty inflicted upon my own shipmates; and indeed I can
sincerely say that the simple mention of the word flogging, brings
up in me feelings which I can hardly control. Yet, when the
proposition is made to abolish it entirely and at once; to prohibit
the captain from ever, under any circumstances, inflicting corporal
punishment; I am obliged to pause, and, I must say, to doubt
exceedingly the expediency of making any positive enactment which
shall have that effect. If the design of those who are writing on this
subject is merely to draw public attention to it, and to discourage
the practice of flogging, and bring it into disrepute, it is well;
and, indeed, whatever may be the end they have in view, the mere
agitation of the question will have that effect, and, so far, must
do good. Yet I should not wish to take the command of a ship
to-morrow, running my chance of a crew, as most masters must, and
know, and have my crew know, that I could not, under any
circumstances, inflict even moderate chastisement. I should trust that
I might never have to resort to it; and, indeed, I scarcely know
what risk I would not run, and to what inconvenience I would not
subject myself, rather than do so. Yet not to have the power of
holding it up in terrorem, and indeed of protecting myself, and all
under my charge, by it, if some extreme case should arise, would be
a situation I should not wish to be placed in myself, or to take the
responsibility of placing another in.
Indeed, the difficulties into which masters and officers are
liable to be thrown, are not sufficiently considered by many whose
sympathies are easily excited by stories, frequent enough, and true
enough of outrageous abuse of this power. It is to be remembered
that more than three-fourths of the seamen in our merchant vessels are
foreigners. They are from all parts of the world. A great many from
the north of Europe, beside Frenchmen, Spaniards, Portuguese,
Italians, men from all parts of the Mediterranean, together with
Lascars, Negroes, and, perhaps worst of all, the off-casts of
British men-of-war, and men from our own country who have gone to
sea because they could not be permitted to live on land.
As things now are, many masters are obliged to sail without
knowing anything of their crews, until they get out at sea. There
may be pirates or mutineers among them; and one bad man will often
infect all the rest; and it is almost certain that some of them will
be ignorant foreigners, hardly understanding a word of our language,
accustomed all their lives to no influence but force, and perhaps
nearly as familiar with the use of the knife as with that of the
marlins-spike. No prudent master, however peaceably inclined, would go
to sea without his pistols and handcuffs. Even with such a crew as I
have supposed, kindness and moderation would be the best policy, and
the duty of every conscientious man; and the administering of corporal
punishment might be dangerous, and of doubtful use. But the question
is not, what a captain ought generally to do, but whether it shall
be put out of the power of every captain, under any circumstances,
to make use of, even moderate, chastisement. As the law now stands,
a parent may correct moderately his child, and the master his
apprentice; and the case of the shipmaster has been placed upon the
same principle. The statutes, and the common law as expounded in the
decisions of courts, and in the books of commentators, are express and
unanimous to this point, that the captain may inflict moderate
corporal chastisement, for a reasonable cause. If the punishment is
excessive, or the cause not sufficient to justify it, he is
answerable; and the jury are to determine, by their verdict in each
case, whether, under all the circumstances, the punishment was
moderate, and for a justifiable cause.
This seems to me to be as good a position as the whole subject can
be left in. I mean to say, that no positive enactment, going beyond
this, is needed, or would be a benefit either to masters or men, in
the present state of things. This again would seem to be a case
which should be left to the gradual working of its own cure. As seamen
improve, punishment will become less necessary; and as the character
of officers is raised, they will be less ready to inflict it; and,
still more, the infliction of it upon intelligent and respectable
men will be an enormity which will not be tolerated by public opinion,
and by juries, who are the pulse of the body politic. No one can
have a greater abhorrence of the infliction of such punishment than
I have, and a stronger conviction that severity is bad policy with a
crew; yet I would ask every reasonable man whether he had not better
trust to the practice becoming unnecessary and disreputable; to the
measure of moderate chastisement and a justifiable cause being
better understood, and thus, the act becoming dangerous, and in course
of time to be regarded as an unheard-of barbarity- than to take the
responsibility of prohibiting it, at once, in all cases, and in what
ever degree, by positive enactment?
There is, however, one point connected with the administration of
justice to seamen, to which I wish seriously to call the attention
of those interested in their behalf, and, if possible, also of some of
those concerned in that administration. This is, the practice which
prevails of making strong appeals to the jury in mitigation of
damages, or to the judge, after a verdict has been rendered against
a captain or officer, for a lenient sentence, on the grounds of
their previous good character, and of their being poor, and having
friends and families depending upon them for support. These appeals
have been allowed a weight which is almost incredible, and which, I
think, works a greater hardship upon seamen than any one other thing
in the laws, or the execution of them. Notwithstanding every advantage
the captain has over the seaman in point of evidence, friends,
money, and able counsel, it becomes apparent that he must fail in
his defence. An appeal is then made to the jury, if it is a civil
action, or to the judge for a mitigated sentence, if it is a
criminal prosecution, on the two grounds I have mentioned. The same
form is usually gone through in every case. In the first place, as
to the previous good character of the party. Witnesses are brought
from the town in which he resides, to testify to his good character,
and to his unexceptionable conduct when on shore. They say that he
is a good father, or husband, or son, or neighbor, and that they never
saw in him any signs of a cruel or tyrannical disposition. I have even
known evidence admitted to show the character he bore when a boy at
school. The owners of the vessel, and other merchants, and perhaps the
president of the insurance company, are then introduced; and they
testify to his correct deportment, express their confidence in his
honesty, and say that they have never seen anything in his conduct
to justify a suspicion of his being capable of cruelty or tyranny.
This evidence is then put together, and great stress is laid upon
the extreme respectability of those who give it. They are the
companions and neighbors of the captain, it is said,- men who know
him in his business and domestic relations, and who knew him in his
early youth. They are also men of the highest standing in the
community, and who, as the captain's employers, must be supposed to
know his character. This testimony is then contrasted with that of
some half dozen obscure sailors, who, the counsel will not forget to
add, are exasperated against the captain because he has found it
necessary to punish them moderately, and who have combined against
him, and if they have not fabricated a story entirely, have at least
so exaggerated it, that little confidence can be placed in it.
The next thing to be done is to show to the court and jury that
the captain is a poor man, and has a wife and family, or other
friends, depending upon him for support; that if he is fined, it
will only be taking bread from the mouths of the innocent and
helpless, and laying a burden upon them which their whole lives will
not be able to work off; and that if he is imprisoned, the
confinement, to be sure, he will have to bear, but the distress
consequent upon the cutting him off from his labor and means of
earning his wages, will fall upon a poor wife and helpless children,
or upon an infirm parent. These two topics, well put, and urged home
earnestly, seldom fail of their effect.
In deprecation of this mode of proceeding, and in behalf of men
who I believe are every day wronged by it, I would urge a few
considerations which seem to me to be conclusive.
First, as to the evidence of the good character the captain sustains
on shore. It is to be remembered that masters of vessels have
usually been brought up in a forecastle; and upon all men, and
especially upon those taken from lower situations, the conferring of
absolute power is too apt to work a great change. There are many
captains whom I know to be cruel and tyrannical men at sea, who yet,
among their friends, and in their families, have never lost the
reputation they bore in childhood. In fact, the sea-captain is
seldom at home, and when he is, his stay is short, and during the
continuance of it he is surrounded by friends who treat him with
kindness and consideration, and he has everything to please, and at
the same time to restrain him. He would be a brute indeed, if, after
an absence of months or years, during his short stay, so short that
the novelty and excitement of it has hardly time to wear off, and
the attentions he receives as a visitor and stranger hardly time to
slacken,- if, under such circumstances, a townsman or neighbor would
be justified in testifying against his correct and peaceable
deportment. With the owners of the vessel, also, to which he is
attached, and among merchants and insurers generally, he is a very
different man from what he may be at sea, when his own master, and the
master of everybody and everything about him. He knows that upon
such men, and their good opinion of him, he depends for his bread.
So far from their testimony being of any value in determining what his
conduct would be at sea, one would expect that the master who would
abuse and impose upon a man under his power, would be the most
compliant and deferential to his employers at home.
As to the appeal made in the captain's behalf on the ground of his
being poor and having persons depending upon his labor for support,
the main and fatal objection to it is, that it will cover every case
of the kind, and exempt nearly the whole body of masters and
officers from the punishment the law has provided for them. There
are very few, if any masters or other officers of merchantmen in our
country, who are not poor men, and having either parents, wives,
children, or other relatives, depending mainly or wholly upon their
exertions for support in life. Few others follow the sea for
subsistence. Now if this appeal is to have weight with courts in
diminishing the penalty the law would otherwise inflict, is not the
whole class under a privilege which will, in a degree, protect it in
wrong-doing? It is not a thing that happens now and then. It is the
invariable appeal, the last resort, of counsel, when everything else
has failed. I have known cases of the most flagrant nature, where
after every effort has been made for the captain, and yet a verdict
rendered against him, and all other hope failed, this appeal has
been urged, and with such success that the punishment has been reduced
to something little more than nominal, the court not seeming to
consider that it might be made in almost every such case that could
come before them. It is a little singular, too, that it seems to be
confined to cases of shipmasters and officers. No one ever heard of
a sentence, for an offence committed on shore, being reduced by the
court on the ground of the prisoner's poverty, and the relation in
which he may stand to third persons. On the contrary, it had been
thought that the certainty that disgrace and suffering will be brought
upon others as well as himself, is one of the chief restraints upon
the criminally disposed. Besides, this course works a peculiar
hardship in the case of the sailor. For if poverty is the point in
question, the sailor is the poorer of the two; and if there is a man
on earth who depends upon whole limbs and an unbroken spirit for
support, it is the sailor. He, too, has friends to whom his hard
earnings may be a relief, and whose hearts will bleed at any cruelty
or indignity practised upon him. Yet I never knew this side of the
case to be once adverted to in these arguments addressed to the
leniency of the court, which are now so much in vogue; and certainly
they are never allowed a moment's consideration when a sailor is on
trial for revolt, or for an injury done to an officer. Notwithstanding
the many difficulties which he in a seaman's way in a court of
justice, presuming that they will be modified in time, there would
be little to complain of, were it not for these two appeals.
It is no cause of complaint that the testimony of seamen against
their officers is viewed with suspicion, and that great allowance is
made for combinations and exaggeration. On the contrary, it is the
judge's duty to charge the jury on these points strongly. But there is
reason for objection, when, after a strict cross-examination of
witnesses, after the arguments of counsel, and the judge's charge, a
verdict is found against the master, that the court should allow the
practice of hearing appeals to its lenity, supported solely by
evidence of the captain's good conduct when on shore, (especially
where the case is one in which no evidence but that of sailors could
have been brought against the accused), and then, on this ground,
and on the invariable claims of the wife and family, be induced to cut
down essentially the penalty imposed by a statute made expressly for
masters and officers of merchantmen, and for no one else.
There are many particulars connected with the manning of vessels,
the provisions given to crews, and the treatment of them while at sea,
upon which there might be a good deal said; but as I have, for the
most part, remarked upon them as they came up in the course of my
narrative, I will offer nothing further now, except on the single
point of the manner of shipping men. This, it is well known, is
usually left entirely to the shipping-masters, and is a cause of a
great deal of difficulty, which might be remedied by the captain, or
owner, if he has any knowledge of seamen, attending to it
personally. One of the members of the firm to which our ship belonged,
Mr. S---, had been himself a master of a vessel, and generally
selected the crew from a number sent down to him from the
shipping-office. In this way he almost always had healthy,
serviceable, and respectable men; for any one who has seen much of
sailors can tell pretty well at first sight, by a man's dress,
countenance, and deportment, what he would be on board ship. This same
gentleman was also in the habit of seeing the crew together, and
speaking to them previously to their sailing. On the day before our
ship sailed, while the crew were getting their chests and clothes on
board, he went down into the forecastle and spoke to them about the
voyage, the clothing they would need, the provision he had made for
them, and saw that they had a lamp and a few other conveniences. If
owners or masters would more generally take the same pains, they would
often save their crews a good deal of inconvenience, beside creating a
sense of satisfaction and gratitude, which makes a voyage begin
under good auspices, and goes far toward keeping up a better state
of feeling throughout its continuance.
It only remains for me now to speak of the associated public efforts
which have been making of late years for the good of seamen: a far
more agreeable task than that of finding fault, even where fault there
is. The exertions of the general association, called the American
Seamen's Friend Society, and of the other smaller societies throughout
the Union, have been a true blessing to the seaman; and bid fair, in
course of time, to change the whole nature of the circumstances in
which he is placed, and give him a new name, as well as a new
character. These associations have taken hold in the right way, and
aimed both at making the sailor's life more comfortable and
creditable, and at giving him spiritual instruction. Connected with
these efforts, the spread of temperance among seamen, by means of
societies, called, in their own nautical language, Windward-Anchor
Societies, and the distribution of books; the establishment of
Sailors' Homes, where they can be comfortably and cheaply boarded,
live quietly and decently, and be in the way of religious services,
reading and conversation; also the institution of Savings Banks for
Seamen; the distribution of tracts and Bibles;- are all means which
are silently doing a great work for this class of men. These societies
make the religious instruction of seamen their prominent object. If
this is gained, there is no fear but that all other things necessary
will be added unto them. A sailor never becomes interested in
religion, without immediately learning to read, if he did not know how
before; and regular habits, forehandedness (if I may use the word)
in worldly affairs, and hours reclaimed from indolence and vice, which
follow in the wake of the converted man, make it sure that he will
instruct himself in the knowledge necessary and suitable to his
calling. The religious change is the great object. If this is secured,
there is no fear but that knowledge of things of the world will come
in fast enough. With the sailor, as with all other men in fact, the
cultivation of the intellect, and the spread of what is commonly
called useful knowledge, while religious instruction is neglected,
is little else than changing an ignorant sinner into an intelligent
and powerful one. That sailor upon whom, of all others, the
preaching of the Cross is least likely to have effect, is the one
whose understanding has been cultivated, while his heart has been left
to its own devices. I fully believe that those efforts which have
their end in the intellectual cultivation of the sailor; in giving him
scientific knowledge; putting it in his power to read everything,
without securing, first of all, a right heart which shall guide him in
judgment; in giving him political information, and interesting him
in newspapers;- an end in the furtherance of which he is exhibited at
ladies' fairs and public meetings, and complimented for his
gallantry and generosity,- are all doing a harm which the labors of
many faithful men cannot undo.
The establishment of Bethels in most of our own seaports, and in
many foreign ports frequented by our vessels, where the gospel is
regularly preached and the opening of "Sailors' Homes," which I have
before mentioned, where there are usually religious services and other
good influences, are doing a vast deal in this cause. But it is to
be remembered that the sailor's home is on the deep. Nearly all his
life must be spent on board ship; and to secure a religious
influence there, should be the great object. The distribution of
Bibles and tracts into cabins and forecastles, will do much toward
this. There is nothing which will gain a sailor's attention sooner,
and interest him more deeply, than a tract, especially one which
contains a story. It is difficult to engage their attention in mere
essays and arguments, but the simplest and shortest story, in which
home is spoken of, kind friends, a praying mother or sister, a
sudden death, and the like, often touches the heart of the roughest
and most abandoned. The Bible is to the sailor a sacred book. It may
lie in the bottom of his chest, voyage after voyage; but he never
treats it with positive disrespect. I never knew but one sailor who
doubted its being the inspired word of God; and he was one who had
received an uncommonly good education, except that he had been brought
up without any early religious influence. The most abandoned man of
our crew, one Sunday morning, asked one of the boys to lend him his
Bible. The boy said he would, but was afraid he would make sport of
it. "No!" said the man, "I don't make sport of God Almighty." This
is a feeling general among sailors, and is a good foundation for
religious influence.
A still greater gain is made whenever, by means of a captain who
is interested in the eternal welfare of those under his command, there
can be secured the performance of regular religious exercises, and the
exertion, on the side of religion, of that mighty influence which a
captain possesses for good, or for evil. There are occurrences at
sea which he may turn to great account,- a sudden death, the
apprehension of danger, or the escape from it, and the like; and all
the calls for gratitude and faith. Besides, this state of thing alters
the whole current of feeling between the crew and their commander. His
authority assumes more of the parental character; and kinder
feelings exist. Godwin, though an infidel, in one of his novels,
describing the relation in which a tutor stood to his pupil, says that
the conviction the tutor was under, that he and his ward were both
alike awaiting a state of eternal happiness or misery, and that they
must appear together before the same judgment-seat, operated so upon
his naturally morose disposition, as to produce a feeling of
kindness and tenderness toward his ward, which nothing else could have
caused. Such must be the effect upon the relation of master and common
seaman.
There are now many vessels sailing under such auspices, in which
great good is done. Yet I never happened to fall in with one of
them. I did not hear a prayer made, a chapter read in public, nor
see anything approaching to a religious service, for two years and a
quarter. There were, in the course of the voyage, many incidents which
made, for the time, serious impressions upon our minds, and which
might have been turned to our good; but there being no one to use
the opportunity, and no services, the regular return of which might
have kept something of the feeling alive in us, the advantage of
them was lost, to some, perhaps, forever.
The good which a single religious captain may do can hardly be
calculated. In the first place, as I have said, a kinder state of
feeling exists on board the ship. There is no profanity allowed; and
the men are not called by any opprobrious names, which is a great
thing with sailors. The Sabbath is observed. This gives the men a
day of rest, even if they pass it in no other way. Such a captain,
too, will not allow a sailor on board his ship to remain unable to
read his Bible and the books given to him; and will usually instruct
those whoneed it, in writing, arithmetic, and navigation; since he has
a good deal of time on his hands, which he can easily employ in such a
manner. He will also have regular religious services; and, in fact, by
the power of his example, and, where it can judiciously be done, by
the exercise of his authority, will give a character to the ship and
all on board. In foreign ports, a ship is known by her captain; for,
there being no general rules in the merchant service, each master
may adopt a plan of his own. It is to be remembered, too, that there
are, in most ships, boys of a tender age, whose characters for life
are forming, as well as old men, whose lives must be drawing toward
a close. The greater part of sailors die at sea; and when they find
their end approaching, if it does not, as is often the case, come
without warning, they cannot, as on shore, send for a clergyman, or
some religious friend, to speak to them of that hope in a Saviour,
which they have neglected, if not despised, through life; but if the
little hull does not contain such an one within its compass, they must
be left without human aid in their great extremity. When such
commanders and such ships, as I have just described, shall become more
numerous, the hope of the friends of seamen will be greatly
strengthened; and it is encouraging to remember that the efforts among
common sailors will soon raise up such a class; for those of them
who are brought under these under these influences will inevitably
be the ones to succeed to the places of trust and authority. If
there is on earth an instance where a little leaven may leaven the
whole lump, it is that of the religious shipmaster.
It is to the progress of this work among seamen that we must look
with the greatest confidence for the remedying of those numerous minor
evils and abuses that we so often hear of. It will raise the character
of sailors, both as individuals and as a class. It will give weight to
their testimony in courts of justice, secure better usage to them on
board ship, and add comforts to their lives on shore and at sea. There
are some laws that can be passed to remove temptation from their way
and to help them in their progress; and some changes in the
jurisdiction of the lower courts, to prevent delays, may, and probably
will, be made. But, generally speaking, more especially in things
which concern the discipline of ships, we had better labor in this
great work, and view with caution the proposal of new laws and
arbitrary regulations, remembering that most of those concerned in the
making of them must necessarily be little qualified to judge of
their operation.
Without any formal dedication of my narrative to that body of men,
of whose common life it is intended to be a picture, I have yet
borne them constantly in mind during its preparation. I cannot but
trust that those of them, into whose hands it may chance to fall, will
find in it that which shall render any professions of sympathy and
good wishes on my part unnecessary. And I will take the liberty, on
parting with my reader, who has gone down with us to the ocean, and
"laid his hand upon its mane," to commend to his kind wishes, and to
the benefit of his efforts, that class of men with whom, for a time,
my lot was cast. I wish the rather to do this, since I feel that
whatever attention this book may gain, and whatever favor it may find,
I shall owe almost entirely to that interest in the sea, and those who
follow it, which is so easily excited in us all.
TWENTY FOUR YEARS LATER
It was in the winter of 1835-6 that the ship Alert, in the
prosecution of her voyage for hides on the remote and almost unknown
coast of California, floated into the vast solitude of the Bay of
San Francisco. All around was the stillness of nature. One vessel, a
Russian, lay at anchor there, but during our whole stay not a sail
came or went. Our trade was with remote Missions, which sent hides
to us in launches manned by their Indians. Our anchorage was between a
small island, called Yerba Buena, and a gravel beach in a little bight
or cove of the same name, formed by two small projecting points.
Beyond, to the westward of the landing place, were dreary
sand-hills, with little grass to be seen, and few trees, and beyond
them higher hills, steep and barren, their sides gullied by the rains.
Some five or six miles beyond the landing-place, to the right, was a
ruinous Presidio, and some three or four miles to the left was the
Mission of Dolores, as ruinous as the Presidio, almost deserted,
with but few Indians attached to it, and but little property in
cattle. Over a region far beyond our sight there were no other human
habitations, except that an enterprising Yankee, years in advance of
his time, had put up, on the rising ground above the landing, a shanty
of rough boards, where he carried on a very small retail trade between
the hide ships and the Indians. Vast banks of fog, invading us from
the North Pacific, drove in through the entrance, and covered the
whole bay; and when they disappeared, we saw a few well-wooded
islands, the sand-hills on the west, the grassy and wooded slopes on
the east, and the vast stretch of the bay to the southward, where we
were told lay the Missions of Santa Clara and San Jose, and still
longer stretches to the northward and northeastward, where we
understood smaller bays spread out, and large rivers poured in their
tributes of waters. There were no settlements on these bays or rivers,
and the few ranchos and Missions were remote and widely separated. Not
only the neighborhood of our anchorage, but the entire region of the
great bay, was a solitude. On the whole coast of California there
was not a lighthouse, a beacon, or a buoy, and the charts were made up
from old and disconnected surveys by British, Russian, and Mexican
voyagers. Birds of prey and passage swooped and dived about us, wild
beasts ranged through the oak groves, and as we slowly floated out
of the harbor with the tide, herds of deer came to the water's edge,
on the northerly side of the entrance, to gaze at the strange
spectacle.
On the evening of Saturday, the 13th of August, 1859, the superb
steamship Golden Gate, gay with crowds of passengers, and lighting the
sea for miles around with the glare of her signal lights of red,
green, and white, and brilliant with lighted saloons and staterooms,
bound up from the Isthmus of Panama, neared the entrance to San
Francisco, the great centre of a world-wide commerce. Miles out at
sea, on the desolate rocks of the Farallones, gleamed the powerful
rays of one of the most costly and effective light-houses in the
world. As we drew in through the Golden Gate, another light-house
met our eyes, and in the clear moonlight of the unbroken California
summer we saw, on the right, a large fortification protecting the
narrow entrance, and just before us the little island of Alcatraz
confronted us,- one entire fortress. We bore round the point toward
the old anchoring-ground of the hide ships, and there, covering the
sand-hills and the valleys, stretching from the water's edge to the
base of the great hills, and from the old Presidio to the Mission,
flickering all over with the lamps of its streets and houses, lay a
city of one hundred thousand inhabitants. Clocks tolled the hour of
midnight from its steeples, but the city was alive from the salute
of our guns, spreading the news that the fortnightly steamer had come,
bringing mails and passengers from the Atlantic world. Clipper ships
of the largest size lay at anchor in the stream, or were girt to the
wharves; and capacious high-pressure steamers, as large and showy as
those of the Hudson or Mississippi, bodies of dazzling light,
awaited the delivery of our mails to take their courses up the Bay,
stopping at Benicia and the United States Naval Station, and then up
the great tributaries- the Sacramento, San Joaquin, and Feather
Rivers- to the far inland cities of Sacramento, Stockton, and
Marysville.
The dock into which we drew, and the streets about it, were
densely crowded with express wagons and hand-carts to take luggage,
coaches and cabs for passengers, and with men,- some looking out for
friends among our hundreds of passengers,- agents of the press, and a
greater multitude eager for newspapers and verbal intelligence from
the great Atlantic and European world. Through this crowd I made my
way, along the well-built and well-lighted streets, as alive as by
day, where boys in high-keyed voices were already crying the latest
New York papers; and between one and two o'clock in the morning
found myself comfortably abed in a commodious room, in the Oriental
Hotel, which stood, as well as I could learn, on the filled-up cove,
and not far from the spot where we used to beach our boats from the
Alert.
Sunday, August 14th. When I awoke in the morning, and looked from my
windows over the city of San Francisco, with its storehouses,
towers, and steeples; its court-houses, theatres, and hospitals; its
daily journals; its well-filled learned professions; its fortresses
and fight-houses; its wharves and harbor, with their thousand-ton
clipper ships, more in number than London or Liverpool sheltered
that day, itself one of the capitals of the American Republic, and the
sole emporium of a new world, the awakened Pacific; when I looked
across the bay to the eastward, and beheld a beautiful town on the
fertile, wooded shores of the Contra Costa, and steamers, large and
small, the ferryboats to the Contra Costa and capacious freighters and
passenger-carriers to all parts of the great bay and its
tributaries, with lines of their smoke in the horizon,- when I saw all
these things, and reflected on what I once was and saw here, and
what now surrounded me, I could scarcely keep my hold on reality at
all, or the genuineness of anything, and seemed to myself like one who
had moved in "worlds not realized."
I could not complain that I had not a choice of places of worship.
The Roman Catholics have an archbishop, a cathedral, and five or six
smaller churches, French, German, Spanish, and English; and the
Episcopalians, a bishop, a cathedral, and three other churches; he
Methodists and Presbyterians have three or four each, and there are
Congregationalists, Baptists, a Unitarian, and other societies. On
my way to church, I met two classmates of mine at Harvard standing
in a door-way, one a lawyer and the other a teacher, and made
appointments for a future meeting. A little farther on I came upon
another Harvard man, a fine scholar and wit, and full of cleverness
and good-humor, who invited me to go to breakfast with him at the
French house,- he was a bachelor, and a late riser on Sundays. I
asked him to show me the way to Bishop Kip's church. He hesitated,
looked a little confused, and admitted that he was not as well up in
certain classes of knowledge as in others, but, by a desperate
guess, pointed out a wooden building at the foot of the street,
which any one might have seen could not be right, and which turned out
to be an African Baptist meeting-house. But my friend had many capital
points of character, and I owed much of the pleasure of my visit to
his attentions.
The congregation at the Bishop's church was precisely like one you
would meet in New York, Philadelphia, or Boston. To be sure, the
identity of the service makes one feel at once at home, but the people
were alike, nearly all of the English race, though from all parts of
the Union. The latest French bonnets were at the head of the chief
pews, and business men at the foot. The music was without character,
but there was an instructive sermon, and the church was full.
I found that there were no services at any of the Protestant
churches in the afternoon. They have two services on Sunday; at 11
A. M., and after dark. The afternoon is spent at home, or in
friendly visiting, or teaching of Sunday Schools, or other humane
and social duties.
This is as much the practice with what at home are called the
strictest denominations as with any others. Indeed, I found
individuals, as well as public bodies, affected in a marked degree
by a change of oceans and by California life. One Sunday afternoon I
was surprised at receiving the card of a man whom I had last known,
some fifteen years ago, as a strict and formal deacon of a
Congregational Society in New England. He was a deacon still, in San
Francisco, a leader in all pious works, devoted to his denomination
and to total abstinence,- the same internally but externally- what a
change! Gone was the downcast eye, the bated breath, the solemn,
non-natural voice, the watchful gait, stepping as if he felt
responsible for the balance of the moral universe! He walked with a
stride, an uplifted open countenance, his face covered with beard,
whiskers, and mustache, his voice strong and natural,- and, in short,
he had put off the New England deacon and become a human being. In a
visit of an hour I learned much from him about the religious
societies, the moral reforms, the "Dashaways,"- total abstinence
societies, which had taken strong hold on the young and wilder parts
of society,- and then of the Vigilance Committee, of which he was a
member, and of more secular points of interest.
In one of the parlors of the hotel, I saw a man of about sixty years
of age, with his feet bandaged and resting in a chair, whom somebody
addressed by the name of Lies.* Lies! thought I, that must be the
man who came across the country from Kentucky to Monterey while we lay
there in the Pilgrim in 1835, and made a passage in the Alert, when he
used to shoot with his rifle bottles hung from the top-gallant
studding-sail-boom-ends. He married the beautiful Dona Rosalia
Vallejo, sister of Don Guadalupe. There were the old high features and
sandy hair. I put my chair beside him, and began conversation, as
any one may do in California. Yes, he was the Mr. Lies; and when I
gave my name he professed at once to remember me, and spoke of my
book. I found that almost- I might perhaps say quite- every American
in California had read it; for when California "broke out," as the
phrase is, in 1848, and so large a portion of the Anglo-Saxon race
flocked to it, there was no book upon California but mine. Many who
were on the coast at the time the book refers to, and afterwards read
it, and remembered the Pilgrim and Alert, thought they also remembered
me. But perhaps more did remember me than I was inclined at first to
believe, for the novelty of a collegian coming out before the mast had
drawn more attention to me than I was aware of at the time.
*Pronounced "Leese".
Late in the afternoon, as there were vespers at the Roman Catholic
churches, I went to that of Notre Dame des Victoires. The congregation
was French, and a sermon in French was preached by an Abbe; the
music was excellent, all things airy and tasteful, and making one feel
as if in one of the chapels in Paris. The Cathedral of St. Mary, which
I afterwards visited, where the Irish attend, was a contrast indeed,
and more like one of our stifling Irish Catholic churches in Boston or
New York, with intelligence in so small a proportion to the number
of faces. During the three Sundays I was in San Francisco, I visited
three of the Episcopal churches, and the Congregational, a Chinese
Mission Chapel, and on the Sabbath (Saturday) a Jewish synagogue.
The Jews are a wealthy and powerful class here. The Chinese, too,
are numerous, and do a great part of the manual labor and small
shop-keeping, and have some wealthy mercantile houses.
It is noticeable that European Continental fashions prevail
generally in this city,- French cooking, lunch at noon, and dinner at
the end of the day, with cafe noir after meals, and to a great
extent the European Sunday,- to all which emigrants from the United
States and Great Britain seem to adapt themselves. Some dinners
which were given to me at French restaurants were, it seemed to
me,- a poor judge of such matters, to be sure,- as sumptuous and as
good, in dishes and wines, as I have found in Paris. But I had a
relish-maker which my friends at table did not suspect,- the
remembrance of the forecastle dinners I ate here twenty-four years
before.
August 17th. The customs of California are free; and any person
who knows about my book speaks to me. The newspapers have announced
the arrival of the veteran pioneer of all. I hardly walk out without
meeting or making acquaintances. I have already been invited to
deliver the anniversary oration before the Pioneer Society, to
celebrate the settlement of San Francisco. Any man is qualified for
election into the society who came to California before 1853. What
moderns they are! I tell them of the time when Richardson's shanty
of 1835- not his adobe house of 1836- was the only human habitation
between the Mission and the Presidio, and when the vast bay, with
all its tributaries and recesses, was a solitude,- and yet I am but
little past forty years of age. They point out the place where
Richardson's adobe house stood, and tell me that the first court and
first town council were convened in it, the first Protestant worship
performed in it, and in it the first capital trial by the Vigilance
Committee held. I am taken down to the wharves, by antiquaries of a
ten or twelve years' range, to identify the two points, now known as
Clark's and Rincon, which formed the little cove of Yerba Buena, where
we used to beach our boats,- now filled up and built upon. The island
we called "Wood Island," where we spent the cold days and nights of
December, in our launch, getting wood for our year's supply, is
clean shorn of trees; and the bare rocks of Alcatraz Island, an entire
fortress. I have looked at the city from the water and islands from
the city, but I can see nothing that recalls the times gone by, except
the venerable Mission, the ruinous Presidio, the high hills in the
rear of the town, and the great stretches of the bay in all
directions.
To-day I took a California horse of the old style,- the run, the
loping gait,- and visited the Presidio. The walls stand as they did,
with some changes made to accommodate a small garrison of United
States troops. It has a noble situation, and I saw from it a clipper
ship of the very largest class, coming through the Gate, under her
fore-and-aft sails. Thence I rode to the Fort, now nearly finished, on
the southern shore of the Gate, and made an inspection of it. It is
very expensive and of the latest style. One of the engineers here is
Custis Lee, who has just left West Point at the head of his class,- a
son of Colonel Robert E. Lee, who distinguished himself in the Mexican
War.
Another morning I ride to the Mission Dolores. It has a strangely
solitary aspect, enhanced by its surroundings of the most uncongenial,
rapidly growing modernisms; the hoar of ages surrounded by the
brightest, slightest, and rapidest of modern growths. Its old belfries
still clanged with the discordant bells, and Mass was saying within,
for it is used as a place of worship for the extreme south part of the
city.
In one of my walks about the wharves, I found a pile of dry hides
lying by the side of a vessel. Here was something to feelingly
persuade me what I had been, to recall a past scarce credible to
myself. I stood lost in reflection. What were these hides- what were
they not?- to us, to me, a boy, twenty-four years ago? These were our
constant labor, our chief object, our almost habitual thought. They
brought us out here, they kept us here, and it was only by getting
them that we could escape from the coast and return to home and
civilized life. If it had not been that I might be seen, I should have
seized one, slung it over my head, walked off with it, and thrown it
by the old toss- I do not believe yet a lost art- to the ground. How
they called up to my mind the months of curing at San Diego, the
year and more of beach and surf work, and the steering of the ship for
home! I was in a dream of San Diego, San Pedro,- with its hills so
steep for taking up goods, and its stones so hard to our bare
feet,- and the cliffs of San Juan! All this, too, is no more! The
entire hide-business is of the past, and to the present inhabitants of
California a dim tradition. The gold discoveries drew off all men from
the gathering or cure of hides, the inflowing population made an end
of the great droves of cattle; and now not a vessel pursues the- I was
about to say dear- the dreary once hated business of gathering hides
upon the coast, and the beach of San Diego is abandoned and its
hide-houses have disappeared. Meeting a respectable-looking citizen on
the wharf, I inquired of him how the hide-trade was carried on. "O,"
said he, "there is very little of it, and that is all here. The few
that are brought in are placed under sheds in winter, or left out on
the wharf in summer, and are loaded from the wharves into the
vessels alongside. They form parts of cargoes of other materials." I
really felt too much, at the instant, to express to him the cause of
my interest in the subject, and only added, "Then the old business
of trading up and down the coast and curing hides for cargoes is all
over?" "O yes, sir," said he, "those old times of the Pilgrim and
Alert and California, that we read about, are gone by."
Saturday, August 20th. The steamer Senator makes regular trips up
and down the coast, between San Francisco and San Diego, calling at
intermediate ports. This is my opportunity to revisit the old
scenes. She sails to-day, and I am off, steaming among the great
clippers anchored in the harbor, and gliding rapidly round the
point, past Alcatraz Island, the light-house, and through the
fortified Golden Gate, and bending to the southward,- all done in two
or three hours, which, in the Alert, under canvas, with head tides,
variable winds, and sweeping currents to deal with, took us full two
days.
Among the passengers I noticed an elderly gentleman, thin, with
sandy hair and face that seemed familiar. He took off his glove and
showed one shrivelled hand. It must be he! I went to him and said,
"Captain Wilson, I believe." Yes, that was his name. "I knew you, sir,
when you commanded the Ayacucho on this coast, in old hide-droghing
times, in 1835-6." He was quickened by this, and at once inquiries
were made on each side, and we were in full talk about the Pilgrim and
Alert, Ayacucho and Loriotte, the California and Lagoda. I found he
had been very much flattered by the praise I had bestowed in my book
on his seamanship, especially in bringing the Pilgrim to her berth
in San Diego harbor, after she had drifted successively into the
Lagoda and Loriotte, and was coming into him. I had made a pet of
his brig, the Ayacucho, which pleased him almost as much as my
remembrance of his bride and their wedding, which I saw at Santa
Barbara in 1836. Dona Ramona was now the mother of a large family, and
Wilson assured me that if I would visit him at his rancho, near San
Luis Obispo, I should find her still a handsome woman, and very glad
to see me. How we walked the deck together, hour after hour, talking
over the old times,- the ships, the captains, the crews, the traders on
shore, the ladies, the Missions, the south-easters! indeed, where
could we stop? He had sold the Ayacucho in Chili for a vessel of
war, and had given up the sea, and had been for years a ranchero. (I
learned from others that he had become one of the most wealthy and
respectable farmers in the State, and that his rancho was well worth
visiting.) Thompson, he said, hadn't the sailor in him; and he never
could laugh enough at his fiasco in San Diego, and his reception by
Bradshaw. Faucon was a sailor and a navigator. He did not know what
had become of George Marsh, except that he left him in Callao; nor
could he tell me anything of handsome Bill Jackson, nor of Captain
Nye of the Loriotte. I told him all I then knew of the ships, the
masters, and the officers. I found he had kept some run of my history,
and needed little information. Old Senor Noriego of Santa Barbara, he
told me, was dead, and Don Carlos and Don Santiago, but I should find
their children there, now in middle life. Dona Augustia, he said, I
had made famous by my praises of her beauty and dancing, and I should
have from her a royal reception. She had been a widow, and remarried
since, and had a daughter as handsome as herself. The descendants of
Noriego had taken the ancestral name of De la Guerra, as they were
nobles of Old Spain by birth; and the boy Pablo, who used to make
passages in the Alert, was now Don Pablo de la Guerra, a Senator in
the State Legislature for Santa Barbara County.
The points in the country, too, he noticed, as he passed
them,- Santa Cruz, San Luis Obispo, Point Ano Nuevo, the opening to
Monterey, which to my disappointment we did not visit. No; Monterey,
the prettiest town on the coast, and its capital and seat of
customs, had got no advantage from the great changes, was out of the
way of commerce and of the travel to the mines and great rivers, and
was not worth stopping at. Point Conception we passed in the night,
a cheery light gleaming over the waters from its tall light-house,
standing on its outermost peak. Point Conception! That word was enough
to recall all our experiences and dreads of gales, swept decks,
topmast carried away, and the hardships of a coast service in the
winter. But Captain Wilson tells me that the climate has altered; that
the southeasters are no longer the bane of the coast they once were,
and that vessels now anchor inside the kelp at Santa Barbara and San
Pedro all the year round. I should have thought this owing to his
spending his winters on a rancho instead of the deck of the
Ayacucho, had not the same thing been told me by others.
Passing round Point Conception, and steering easterly, we opened the
islands that form, with the main-land, the canal of Santa Barbara.
There they are, Santa Cruz and Santa Rosa; and there is the
beautiful point, Santa Buenaventura; and there lies Santa Barbara on
its plain, with its amphitheatre of high hills and distant
mountains. There is the old white Mission with its belfries, and there
the town, with its one-story adobe houses, with here and there a
two-story wooden house of later build; yet little is it altered;- the
same repose in the golden sunlight and glorious climate, sheltered
by its hills; and then, more remindful than anything else, there roars
and tumbles upon the beach the same grand surf of the great Pacific as
on the beautiful day when the Pilgrim, after her five months'
voyage, dropped her weary anchors here; the same bright blue ocean,
and the surf making just the same monotonous, melancholy roar, and the
same dreamy town, and gleaming white Mission, as when we beached our
boats for the first time, riding over the breakers with shouting
Kanakas, the three small hide-traders lying at anchor in the offing.
But now we are the only vessel, and that an unromantic, sail-less,
spar-less, engine-driven hulk!
I landed in the surf, in the old style, but it was not high enough
to excite us, the only change being that I was somehow unaccountably a
passenger, and did not have to jump overboard and steady the boat, and
run her up by the gunwales.
Santa Barbara has gained but little. I should not know, from
anything I saw, that she was now a seaport of the United States, a
part of the enterprising Yankee nation, and not still a lifeless
Mexican town. At the same old house, where Senor Noriego lived, on the
piazza in front of the court-yard, where was the gay scene of the
marriage of our agent, Mr. Robinson, to Dona Anita, where Don Juan
Bandini and Dona Augustia danced, Don Pablo de la Guerra received me
in a courtly fashion. I passed the day with the family, and in walking
about the place; and ate the old dinner with its accompaniments of
frijoles, native olives and grapes, and native wines. In due time I
paid my respects to Dona Augustia, and notwithstanding what Wilson
told me, I could hardly believe that after twenty-four years there
would still be so much of the enchanting woman about her.
She thanked me for the kind and, as she called them, greatly
exaggerated compliments I had paid her; and her daughter told me
that all travellers who came to Santa Barbara called to see her
mother, and that she herself never expected to live long enough to
be a belle.
Mr. Alfred Robinson, our agent in 1835-6, was here, with a part of
his family. I did not know how he would receive me, remembering what I
had printed to the world about him at a time when I took little
thought that the world was going to read it; but there was no sign
of offence, only cordiality which gave him, as between us, rather
the advantage in status.
The people of this region are giving attention to sheep-raising,
wine-making, and the raising of olives, just enough to keep the town
from going backwards.
But evening is drawing on, and our boat sails to-night. So, refusing
a horse or carriage, I walk down, not unwilling to be a little
early, that I may pace up and down the beach, looking off to the
islands and the points, and watching the roaring, tumbling billows.
How softening is the effect of time! It touches us through the
affections. I almost feel as if I were lamenting the passing away of
something loved and dear,- the boats, the Kanakas, the hides, my old
shipmates. Death, change, distance, lend them a character which
makes them quite another thing from the vulgar, wearisome toil of
uninteresting, forced manual labour.
The breeze freshened as we stood out to sea, and the wild waves
rolled over the red sun, on the broad horizon of the Pacific; but it
is summer, and in summer there can be no bad weather in California.
Every day is pleasant. Nature forbids a drop of rain to fall by day or
night, or a wind to excite itself beyond a fresh summer breeze.
The next morning we found ourselves at anchor in the Bay of San
Pedro. Here was this hated, this thoroughly detested spot. Although we
lay near, I could scarce recognize the hill up which we rolled and
dragged and pushed and carried our heavy loads, and down which we
pitched the hides, to carry them barefooted over the rocks to the
floating long-boat. It was no longer the landing-place. One had been
made at the head of the creek, and boats discharged and took off
cargoes from a mole or wharf, in a quiet place, safe from
southeasters. A tug ran to take off passengers from the steamer to the
wharf,- for the trade of Los Angeles is sufficient to support such a
vessel. I got the captain to land me privately, in a small boat, at
the old place by the hill. I dismissed the boat, and, alone, found
my way to the high ground. I say found my way, for neglect and weather
had left but few traces of the steep road the hide-vessels had built
to the top. The cliff off which we used to throw the hides, and
where I spent nights watching them, was more easily found. The
population was doubled, that is to say, there were two houses, instead
of one, on the hill. I stood on the brow and looked out toward the
offing, the Santa Catalina Island, and, nearer, the melancholy Dead
Man's Island, with its painful tradition, and recalled the gloomy days
that followed the flogging, and fancied the Pilgrim at anchor in the
offing. But the tug is going toward our steamer, and I must awake
and be off. I walked along the shore to the new landing-place, where
were two or three store-houses and other buildings, forming a small
depot; and a stage-coach, I found, went daily between this place and
the Pueblo. I got a seat on the top of the coach, to which were
tackled six little less than wild California horses. Each horse had
a man at his head, and when the driver had got his reins in hand he
gave the word, all the horses were let go at once, and away they
went on a spring, tearing over the ground, the driver only keeping
them from going the wrong way, for they had a wide, level pampa to run
over the whole thirty miles to the Pueblo. This plain is almost
treeless, with no grass, at least none now in the drought of
mid-summer, and is filled with squirrel-holes, and alive with
squirrels. As we changed horses twice, we did not slacken our speed
until we turned into the streets of the Pueblo.
The Pueblo de los Angeles I found a large and flourishing town of
about twenty thousand inhabitants, with brick sidewalks, and blocks of
stone or brick houses. The three principal traders when we were here
for hides in the Pilgrim and Alert are still among the chief traders
of the place,- Stearns, Temple, and Warner, the two former being
reputed very rich. I dined with Mr. Stearns, now a very old man, and
met there Don Juan Bandini, to whom I had given a good deal of
notice in my book. From him, as indeed from every one in this town,
I met with the kindest attentions. The wife of Don Juan, who was a
beautiful young girl when we were on the coast, Dona Refugio, daughter
of Don Santiago Arguello, the commandante of San Diego, was with
him, and still handsome. This is one of several instances I have
noticed of the preserving quality of the California climate. Here,
too, was Henry Mellus, who came out with me before the mast in the
Pilgrim, and left the brig to be agent's clerk on shore. He had
experienced varying fortunes here, and was now married to a Mexican
lady, and had a family. I dined with him, and in the afternoon he
drove me round to see the vineyards, the chief objects in this region.
The vintage of last year was estimated at half a million of gallons.
Every year new square miles of ground are laid down to vineyards,
and the Pueblo promises to be the centre of one of the largest
wine-producing regions in the world. Grapes are a drug here, and I
found a great abundance of figs, olives, peaches, pears, and melons.
The climate is well suited to these fruits, but is too hot and dry for
successful wheat crops.
Towards evening, we started off in the stage coach, with again our
relays of six mad horses, and reached the creek before dark, though it
was late at night before we got on board the steamer, which was slowly
moving her wheels, under way for San Diego.
As we skirted along the coast, Wilson and I recognized, or thought
we did, in the clear moonlight, the rude white Mission of San Juan
Capistrano, and its cliff, from which I had swung down by a pair of
halyards to save a few hides,- a boy who could not be prudential, and
who caught at every chance for adventure.
As we made the high point off San Diego, Point Loma, we were greeted
by the cheering presence of a light-house. As we swept round it in the
early morning, there, before us, lay the little harbor of San Diego,
its low spit of sand, where the water runs so deep; the opposite
flats, where the Alert grounded in starting for home; the low hills,
without trees, and almost without brush; the quiet little beach;- but
the chief objects, the hide-houses, my eye looked for in vain. They
were gone, all, and left no mark behind.
I wished to be alone, so I let the other passengers go up to the
town, and was quietly pulled ashore in a boat, and left to myself. The
recollections and the emotions all were sad, and only sad.
Fugit, interea fugit irreparabile tempus.
The past was real. The present, all about me, was unreal, unnatural,
repellant. I saw the big ships lying in the stream, the Alert, the
California, the Rosa, with her Italians; then the handsome Ayacucho,
my favorite; the poor, dear old Pilgrim, the home of hardship and
hopelessness; the boats passing to and fro; the cries of the sailors
at the capstan or falls; the peopled beach; the large hidehouses
with their gangs of men; and the Kanakas interspersed everywhere. All,
all were gone! not a vestige to mark where one hide-house stood. The
oven, too, was gone. I searched for its site, and found, where I
thought it should be, a few broken bricks and bits of mortar. I
alone was left of all, and how strangely was I here! What changes to
me! Where were they all? Why should I care for them,- poor Kanakas
and sailors, the refuse of civilization, the outlaws and beach-combers
of the Pacific! Time and death seemed to transfigure them. Doubtless
nearly all were dead; but how had they died, and where? In
hospitals, in fever-climes, in dens of vice, or falling from the mast,
or dropping exhausted from the wrecks,-
"When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown."
The light-hearted boys are now hardened middle-aged men, if the
seas, rocks, fevers, and the deadlier enemies that beset a sailor's
life on shore have spared them; and the then strong men have bowed
themselves, and the earth or sea has covered them.
Even the animals are gone,- the colony of dogs, the broods of
poultry, the useful horses; but the coyotes bark still in the woods,
for they belong not to man, and are not touched by his changes.
I walked slowly up the hill, finding my way among the few bushes,
for the path was long grown over, and sat down where we used to rest
in carrying our burdens of wood, and to look out for vessels that
might, though so seldom, be coming down from the windward.
To rally myself by calling to mind my own better fortune and
nobler lot, and cherished surroundings at home, was impossible.
Borne down by depression, the day being yet at its noon, and the sun
over the old point,- it is four miles to the town, the Presidio,- I
have walked it often, and can do it once more,- I passed the
familiar objects, and it seemed to me that I remembered them better
than those of any other place I had ever been in;- the opening to the
little cave; the low hills where we cut wood and killed
rattlesnakes, and where our dogs chased the coyotes; and the black
ground where so many of the ship's crew and beach-combers used to
bring up on their return at the end of a liberty day, and spend the
night sub Jove.
The little town of San Diego has undergone no change whatever that I
can see. It certainly has not grown. It is still, like Santa
Barbara, a Mexican town. The four principal houses of the gente de
razon- of the Bandinis, Estudillos, Arguellos, and Picos- are the
chief houses now; but all the gentlemen- and their families, too, I
believe- are gone. The big vulgar shop-keeper and trader, Fitch, is
long since dead; Tom Wrightington, who kept the rival pulperia, fell
from his horse when drunk, and was found nearly eaten up by coyotes;
and I can scarce find a person whom I remember. I went into a familiar
one-story adobe house, with its piazza and earthen floor, inhabited by
a respectable lower-class family by the name of Muchado, and
inquired if any of the family remained, when a bright-eyed middle-aged
woman recognized me, for she had heard I was on board the steamer, and
told me she had married a shipmate of mine, Jack Stewart, who went out
as second mate the next voyage, but left the ship and married and
settled here. She said he wished very much to see me. In a few minutes
he came in, and his sincere pleasure in meeting me was extremely
grateful. We talked over old times as long as I could afford to. I was
glad to hear that he was sober and doing well. Dona Tomasa Pico I
found and talked with. She was the only person of the old upper
class that remained on the spot, if I rightly recollect. I found an
American family here, with whom I dined,- Doyle and his wife, nice
young people, Doyle agent for the great line of coaches to run to
the frontier of the old States.
I must complete my acts of pious remembrance, so I take a horse
and make a run out to the old Mission, where Ben Stimson and I went
the first liberty day we had after we left Boston. All has gone to
decay. The buildings are unused and ruinous, and the large gardens
show now only wild cactuses, willows, and a few olive-trees. A fast
run brings me back in time to take leave of the few I knew and
who knew me, and to reach the steamer before she sails. A last
look- yes, last for life- to the beach, the hills, the low point, the
distant town, as we round Point Loma and the first beams of the
light-house strike out towards the setting sun.
Wednesday, August 24th. At anchor at San Pedro by daylight. But
instead of being roused out of the forecastle to row the long-boat
ashore and bring off a load of hides before breakfast, we were
served with breakfast in the cabin, and again took our drive with
the wild horses to the Pueblo and spent the day; seeing nearly the
same persons as before, and again getting back by dark. We steamed
again for Santa Barbara, where we only lay an hour, and passed through
its canal and round Point Conception, stopping at San Luis Obispo to
land my friend, as I may truly call him after this long passage
together, Captain Wilson, whose most earnest invitation to stop here
and visit him at his rancho I was obliged to decline.
Friday evening, 26th August, we entered the Golden Gate, passed
the light-houses and forts, and clipper ships at anchor, and came to
our dock, with this great city, on its high hills and rising surfaces,
brilliant before us, and full of eager life.
Making San Francisco my head-quarters, I paid visits to various
parts of the State,-down the Bay to Santa Clara, with its live oaks
and sycamores, and its Jesuit College for boys; and San Jose, where is
the best girls' school in the State, kept by the Sisters of Notre
Dame,- a town now famous for a year's session of "The legislature of
a thousand drinks,"- and thence to the rich Almaden quicksilver
mines, returning on the Contra Costa side through the rich
agricultural country, with its ranchos and the vast grants of the
Castro and Soto families, where farming and fruit-raising are done
on so large a scale. Another excursion was up the San Joaquin to
Stockton, a town of some ten thousand inhabitants, a hundred miles
from San Francisco, and crossing the Tuolumne and Stanislaus and
Merced, by the little Spanish town of Hornitos, and Snelling's Tavern,
at the ford of the Merced, where so many fatal fights are had.
Thence I went to Mariposa County, and Colonel Fremont's mines, and
made an interesting visit to "the Colonel," as he is called all over
the country, and Mrs. Fremont, a heroine equal to either fortune,
the salons of Paris and the drawing-rooms of New York and
Washington, or the roughest life of the remote and wild mining regions
of Mariposa,- with their fine family of spirited, clever children.
After a rest there, we went on to Clark's Camp and the Big Trees,
where I measured one tree ninety-seven feet in circumference without
its bark, and the bark is usually eighteen inches thick; and rode
through another which lay on the ground, a shell, with all the insides
out,- rode through it mounted, and sitting at full height in the
saddle; then to the wonderful Yo Semite Valley,- itself a stupendous
miracle of nature, with its Dome, its Capitan, its walls of three
thousand feet of perpendicular height,- but a valley of streams, of
waterfalls from the torrent to the mere shimmer of a bridal veil, only
enough to reflect a rainbow, with their plunges of twenty-five hundred
feet, or their smaller falls of eight hundred, with nothing at the
base but thick mists, which form and trickle, and then run and at last
plunge into the blue Merced that flows through the centre of the
valley. Back by the Coulterville trail, the peaks of Sierra Nevada
in sight, across the North Fork of the Merced, by Gentry's Gulch, over
hills and through canons, to Fremont's again, and thence to Stockton
and San Francisco,- all this at the end of August, when there has
been no rain for four months, and the air is clear and very hot, and
the ground perfectly dry; windmills, to raise water for artificial
irrigation of small patches, seen all over the landscape, while we
travel through square miles of hot dust, where they tell us, and truly
that in winter and early spring we should be up to our knees in
flowers; a country, too, where surface gold-digging is so common and
unnoticed that the large, six-horse stage-coach, in which I
travelled from Stockton to Hornitos, turned off in the high road for a
Chinaman, who, with his pan and washer, was working up a hole which an
American had abandoned, but where the minute and patient industry of
the Chinaman averaged a few dollars a day.
These visits were so full of interest, with grandeurs and humors
of all sorts, that I am strongly tempted to describe them. But I
remember that I am not to write a journal of a visit over the new
California, but to sketch briefly the contrasts with the old spots
of 1835-6, and I forbear.
How strange and eventful has been the brief history of this
marvellous city, San Francisco! In 1835 there was one board shanty. In
1836, one adobe house on the same spot. In 1847, a population of
four hundred and fifty persons, who organized a town government.
Then came the auri sacra fames, the flocking together of many of the
worst spirits of Christendom; a sudden birth of a city of canvas and
boards, entirely destroyed by fire five times in eighteen months, with
a loss of sixteen millions of dollars, and as often rebuilt, until
it became a solid city of brick and stone, of nearly one hundred
thousand inhabitants, with all the accompaniments of wealth and
culture, and now (in 1859) the most quiet and well-governed city of
its size in the United States. But it has been through its season of
Heaven-defying crime, violence, and blood, from which it was rescued
and handed back to soberness, morality, and good government, by that
peculiar invention of Anglo-Saxon Republican America, the solemn,
awe-inspiring Vigilance Committee of the most grave and responsible
citizens, the last resort of the thinking and the good, taken to
only when vice, fraud, and ruffianism have intrenched themselves
behind the forms of law, suffrage, and ballot, and there is no hope
but in organized force, whose action must be instant and thorough,
or its state will be worse than before. A history of the passage of
this city through those ordeals, and through its almost incredible
financial extremes, should be written by a pen which not only accuracy
shall govern, but imagination shall inspire.
I cannot pause for the civility of referring to the many kind
attentions I received, and the society of educated men and women
from all parts of the Union I met with; where New England, the
Carolinas, Virginia, and the new West sat side by side with English,
French, and German civilization.
My stay in California was interrupted by an absence of nearly four
months, when I sailed for the Sandwich Islands in the noble Boston
clipper ship Mastiff, which was burned at sea to the water's edge;
we escaping in boats, and carried by a friendly British bark into
Honolulu, whence, after a deeply interesting visit of three months
in that most fascinating group of islands, with its natural and its
moral wonders, I returned to San Francisco in an American whaler,
and found myself again in my quarters on the morning of Sunday,
December 11th, 1859.
My first visit after my return was to Sacramento, a city of about
forty thousand inhabitants, more than a hundred miles inland from
San Francisco, on the Sacramento, where was the capital of the
State, and where were fleets of river steamers, and a large inland
commerce. Here I saw the inauguration of a Governor, Mr. Latham, a
young man from Massachusetts, much my junior; and met a member of
the State Senate, a man who, as a carpenter, repaired my father's
house at home some ten years before; and two more Senators from
southern California, relics of another age,- Don Andres Pico, from
San Diego; and Don Pablo de la Guerra, whom I have mentioned as
meeting at Santa Barbara. I had a good deal of conversation with these
gentlemen, who stood alone in an assembly of Americans, who had
conquered their country, spared pillars of the past. Don Andres had
fought us at San Pazqual and Sepulveda's rancho, in 1846, and as he
fought bravely, not a common thing among the Mexicans, and, indeed,
repulsed Kearney, is always treated with respect. He had the
satisfaction, dear to the proud Spanish heart, of making a speech
before a Senate of Americans, in favor of the retention in office of
an officer of our army who was wounded at San Pazqual and whom some
wretched caucus was going to displace to carry out a political job.
Don Andres's magnanimity and indignation carried the day.
My last visit in this part of the country was to a new and rich
farming region, the Napa Valley, the United States Navy Yard at Mare
Island, the river gold workings, and the Geysers, and old Mr. John
Yount's rancho. On board the steamer, found Mr. Edward Stanley,
formerly member of Congress from North Carolina, who became my
companion for the greater part of my trip. I also met- a revival on
the spot of an acquaintance of twenty years ago- Don Guadalupe
Vallejo; I may say acquaintance, for although I was then before the
mast, he knew my story, and, as he spoke English well, used to hold
many conversations with me, when in the boat or on shore. He
received me with true earnestness, and would not hear of my passing
his estate without visiting him. He reminded me of a remark I made
to him once, when pulling him ashore in the boat, when he was
commandante at the Presidio. I learned that the two Vallejos,
Guadalupe and Salvador, owned, at an early time, nearly all Napa and
Sonoma, having princely estates. But they have not much left. They
were nearly ruined by their bargain with the State, that they would
put up the public buildings if the Capital should be placed at
Vallejo, then a town of some promise. They spent $100,000, the Capital
was moved there, and in two years removed to San Jose on another
contract. The town fell to pieces, and the houses, chiefly wooden,
were taken down and removed. I accepted the old gentleman's invitation
so far as to stop at Vallejo to breakfast.
The United States Navy Yard, at Mare Island, near Vallejo, is
large and well placed, with deep fresh water. The old Independence,
and the sloop Decatur, and two steamers were there, and they were
experimenting on building a despatch boat, the Saginaw, of
California timber.
I have no excuse for attempting to describe my visit through the
fertile and beautiful Napa Valley, nor even, what exceeded that in
interest, my visit to old John Yount at his rancho, where I heard from
his own lips some of his most interesting stories of hunting and
trapping and Indian fighting, during an adventurous life of forty
years of such work, between our back settlements in Missouri and
Arkansas, and the mountains of California, trapping in Colorado and
Gila,- and his celebrated dream, thrice repeated, which led him to
organize a party to go out over the mountains, that did actually
rescue from death by starvation the wretched remnants of the Donner
Party.
I must not pause for the dreary country of the Geysers, the
screaming escapes of steam, the sulphur, the boiling caldrons of black
and yellow and green, and the region of Gehenna, through which runs
a quiet stream of pure water; nor for the park scenery, and
captivating ranchos of the Napa Valley, where farming is done on so
grand a scale,- where I have seen a man plough a furrow by little red
flags on sticks, to keep his range by, until nearly out of sight,
and where, the wits tell us, he returns the next day on the back
furrow; a region where, at Christmas time, I have seen old
strawberries still on the vines, by the side of vines in full
blossom for the next crop, and grapes in the same stages, and open
windows, and yet a grateful wood fire on the hearth in early
morning; nor for the titanic operations of hydraulic surface mining,
where large mountain streams are diverted from their ancient beds, and
made to do the work, beyond the reach of all other agents, of
washing out valleys and carrying away hills, and changing the whole
surface of the country, to expose the stores of gold hidden for
centuries in the darkness of their earthly depths.
January 10th, 1860. I am again in San Francisco, and my revisit to
California is closed. I have touched too lightly and rapidly for
much impression upon the reader on my last visit into the interior;
but, as I have said, in a mere continuation to a narrative of a
seafaring life on the coast, I am only to carry the reader with me
on a visit to those scenes in which the public has long manifested
so gratifying an interest. But it seemed to me that slight notices
of these entirely of these new parts of the country would not be out
of place, for they serve to put in strong contrast with the
solitudes of 1835-6 the developed interior, with its mines, and
agricultural wealth, and rapidly filling population, and its large
cities, so far from the coast, with their education, religion, arts,
and trade.
On the morning of the 11th January, 1860, I passed, for the eighth
time, through the Golden Gate, on my way across the delightful Pacific
to the Oriental world, with its civilization three thousand years
older than that I was leaving behind. As the shores of California
faded in the distance, and the summits of the Coast Range sank under
the blue horizon, I bade farewell- yes, I do not doubt, forever- to
those scenes which, however changed or unchanged, must always
possess an ineffable interest for me.
----------------------------------------------
It is time my fellow-travellers and I should part company. But I
have been requested by a great many persons to give some account of
the subsequent history of the vessels and their crews, with which I
had made them acquainted. I attempt the following sketches in
deference to these suggestions, and not, I trust, with any undue
estimate of the general interest my narrative may have created.
Something less than a year after my return in the Alert, and when,
my eyes having recovered, I was again in college life, I found one
morning in the newspapers, among the arrivals of the day before,
"The brig Pilgrim, Faucon, from San Diego, California:' In a few hours
I was down in Ann Street, and on my way to Hackstadt's boarding-house,
where I knew Tom Harris and others would lodge. Entering the front
room, I heard my name called from amid a group of blue-jackets, and
several sunburned, tar-colored men came forward to speak to me. They
were, at first, a little embarrassed by the dress and style in which
they had never seen me, and one of them was calling me Mr. Dana; but I
soon stopped that, and we were shipmates once more. First, there was
Tom Harris, in a characteristic occupation. I had made him promise
to come and see me when we parted in San Diego; he had got a directory
of Boston, found the street and number of my father's house, and, by a
study of the plan of the city, had laid out his course, and was
committing it to memory. He said he could go straight to the house
without asking a question. And so he could, for I took the book from
him, and he gave his course, naming each street and turn to right or
left, directly to the door.
Tom had been second mate of the Pilgrim, and had laid up no mean sum
of money. True to his resolution, he was going to England to find
his mother, and he entered into the comparative advantages of taking
his money home in gold or in bills,- a matter of some moment, as this
was in the disastrous financial year of 1837, He seemed to have his
ideas well arranged, but I took him to a leading banker, whose
advice he followed; and, declining my invitation to go up and show
himself to my friends, he was off for New York that afternoon, to sail
the next day for Liverpool. The last I ever saw of Tom Harris was as
he passed down Tremont Street on the sidewalk, a man dragging a
hand-cart in the street by his side, on which were his voyage-worn
chest, his mattress, and a box of nautical instruments.
Sam seemed to have got funny again, and he and John the Swede
learned that Captain Thompson had several months before sailed in
command of a ship for the coast of Sumatra, and that their chance of
proceedings against him at law was hopeless. Sam was afterwards lost
in a brig off the coast of Brazil, when all hands went down. Of John
and the rest of the men I have never heard. The Marblehead boy, Sam,
turned out badly; and, although he had influential friends, never
allowed them to improve his condition. The old carpenter, the Fin,
of whom the cook stood in such awe, had fallen sick and died in
Santa Barbara, and was buried ashore. Jim Hall, from the
Kennebec, who sailed with us before the mast, and was made second mate
in Foster's place, came home chief mate of the Pilgrim. I have often
seen him since. His lot has been prosperous, as he well deserved it
should be. He has commanded the largest ships, and when I last saw
him, was going to the Pacific coast of South America, to take charge
of a line of mail steamers. Poor, luckless Foster I have twice seen.
He came into my rooms in Boston, after I had become a barrister and my
narrative had been published, and told me he was chief mate of a big
ship; that he had heard I had said some things unfavorable of him in
my book; that he had just bought it, and was going to read it that
night, and if I had said anything unfair of him, he would punish me if
he found me in State Street. I surveyed him from head to foot, and
said to him, "Foster, you were not a formidable man when I last knew
you, and I don't believe you are now." Either he was of my opinion, or
thought I had spoken of him well enough, for the next (and last)
time I met him he was civil and pleasant.
I believe I omitted to state that Mr. Andrew B. Amerzene, the
chief mate of the Pilgrim, an estimable, kind, and trustworthy man,
had a difficulty with Captain Faucon, who thought him slack, was
turned off duty, and sent home with us in the Alert. Captain Thompson,
instead of giving him the place of a mate off duty, put him into the
narrow between-decks, where a space, not over four feet high, had been
left out among the hides, and there compelled him to live the whole
wearisome voyage, through trades and tropics, and round Cape Horn,
with nothing to do,- not allowed to converse or walk with the officers,
and obliged to get his grub himself from the galley, in the tin pot
and kid of a common sailor. I used to talk with him as much as I had
opportunity to, but his lot was wretched, and in every way wounding to
his feelings. After our arrival, Captain Thompson was obliged to
make him compensation for this treatment. It happens that I have never
heard of him since.
Henry Mellus, who had been in a counting-house in Boston, and left
the forecastle, on the coast, to be agent's clerk, and whom I met, a
married man, at Los Angeles in 1859, died at that place a few years
ago, not having been successful in commercial life. Ben Stimson left
the sea for the fresh water and prairies, and settled in Detroit as
a merchant, and when I visited that city, in 1863, I was rejoiced to
find him a prosperous and respected man, and the same generous,
hearted shipmate as ever.
This ends the catalogue of the Pilgrim's original crew, except her
first master, Captain Thompson. He was not employed by the same firm
again, and got up a voyage to the coast of Sumatra for pepper. A
cousin and classmate of mine, Mr. Channing, went as supercargo, not
having consulted me as to the captain. First, Captain Thompson got
into difficulties with another American vessel on the coast, which
charged him with having taken some advantage of her in getting pepper;
and then with the natives, who accused him of having obtained too much
pepper for his weights. The natives seized him, one afternoon, as he
landed in his boat, and demanded of him to sign an order on the
supercargo for the Spanish dollars that they said were due them, on
pain of being imprisoned on shore. He never failed in pluck, and now
ordered his boat aboard, leaving him ashore, the officer to tell the
supercargo to obey no direction except under his hand. For several
successive days and nights, his ship, the Alciope, lay in the
burning sun, with rain-squalls and thunderclouds coming over the
high mountains, waiting for a word from him. Toward evening of the
fourth or fifth day he was seen on the beach, hailing for the boat.
The natives, finding they could not force more money from him, were
afraid to hold him longer, and had let him go. He sprang into the
boat, urged her off with the utmost eagerness, leaped on board the
ship like a tiger, his eyes flashing and his face full of blood,
ordered the anchor aweigh, and the topsails set, the four guns, two on
a side, loaded with all sorts of devilish stuff, and wore her round,
and, keeping as close into the bamboo village as he could, gave them
both broadsides, slam-bang into the midst of the houses and people,
and stood out to sea! As his excitement passed off, headache, languor,
fever, set in,- the deadly coast-fever, contracted from the water and
night-dews on shore and his maddened temper. He ordered the ship to
Penang, and never saw the deck again. He died on the passage, and
was buried at sea. Mr. Channing, who took care of him in his
sickness and delirium, caught the fever from him, but, as we
gratefully remember, did not die until the ship made port, and he
was under the kindly roof of a hospitable family in Penang. The
chief mate, also, took the fever, and the second mate and crew
deserted; and although the chief mate recovered and took the ship to
Europe and home, the voyage was a melancholy disaster. In a tour I
made round the world in 1859-1860, of which my revisit to California
was the beginning, I went to Penang. In that fairy-like scene of sea
and sky and shore, as beautiful as material earth can be, with its
fruits and flowers of a perpetual summer,- somewhere in which still
lurks the deadly fever.- I found the tomb of my kinsman, classmate,
and friend. Standing beside his grave, I tried not to think that his
life had been sacrificed to the faults and violence of another; I
tried not to think too hardly of that other, who at least had suffered
in death.
The dear old Pilgrim herself! She was sold, at the end of this
voyage, to a merchant in New Hampshire, who employed her on short
voyages, and, after a few years, I read of her total loss at sea, by
fire, off the coast of North Carolina.
Captain Faucon, who took out the Alert, and brought home the
Pilgrim, spent many years in command of vessels in the Indian and
Chinese seas, and was in our volunteer navy during the late war,
commanding several large vessels in succession, on the blockade of the
Carolinas, with the rank of lieutenant. He has now given up the sea,
but still keeps it under his eye, from the piazza of his house on
the most beautiful hill in the environs of Boston. I have the pleasure
of meeting him often. Once, in speaking of the Alert's crew, in a
company of gentlemen, I heard him say that that crew was
exceptional: that he had passed all his life at sea, but whether
before the mast or abaft, whether officer or master, he had never
met such a crew, and never should expect to; and that the two officers
of the Alert, long ago shipmasters, agreed with him that, for
intelligence, knowledge of duty and willingness to perform it, pride
in the ship, her appearance and sailing, and in absolute reliableness,
they never had seen their equal. Especially he spoke of his favorite
seaman, French John. John, after a few more years at sea, became a
boatman, and kept his neat boat at the end of Granite Wharf, and was
ready to take all, but delighted to take any of us of the old
Alert's crew, to sail down the harbor. One day Captain Faucon went
to the end of the wharf to board a vessel in the stream, and hailed
for John. There was no response, and his boat was not there. He
inquired of a boatman near, where John was. The time had come that
comes to all! There was no loyal voice to respond to the familiar
call, the hatches had closed over him, his boat was sold to another,
and he had left not a trace behind. We could not find out even where
he was buried.
Mr. Richard Brown, of Marblehead, our chief mate in the Alert,
commanded many of our noblest ships in the European trade, a general
favorite. A few years ago, while stepping on board his ship from the
wharf, he fell from the plank into the hold and was killed. If he
did not actually die at sea, at least he died as a sailor,- he died
on board ship.
Our second mate, Evans, no one liked or cared for, and I know
nothing of him, except that I once saw him in court, on trial for some
alleged petty tyranny towards his men,- still a subaltern officer.
The third mate, Mr. Hatch, a nephew of one of the owners, though
only a lad on board the ship, went out chief mate the next voyage, and
rose soon to command some of the finest clippers in the California and
India trade, under the new order of things,- a man of character, good
judgment, and no little cultivation.
Of the other men before the mast in the Alert, I know nothing of
peculiar interest. When visiting, with a party of ladies and
gentlemen, one of our largest line-of-battle ships, we were escorted
about the decks by a midshipman, who was explaining various matters on
board, when one of the party came to me and told me that there was
an old sailor there with a whistle round his neck, who looked at me
and said of the officer, "he can't show him anything aboard a ship." I
found him out, and, looking into his sunburnt face, covered with hair,
and his little eyes drawn up into the smallest passages for
light,- like a man who had peered into hundreds of
northeasters,- there was old "Sails" of the Alert, clothed in all the
honors of boatswain's-mate. We stood aside, out of the cun of the
officers, and had a good talk over old times. I remember the
contempt with which he turned on his heel to conceal his face, when
the midshipman (who was a grown youth) could not tell the ladies the
length of a fathom, and said it depended on circumstances.
Notwithstanding his advice and consolation to "Chips," in the steerage
of the Alert, and his story of his runaway wife and the
flag-bottomed chairs, he confessed to me that he had tried marriage
again, and had a little tenement just outside the gate of the yard.
Harry Bennett, the man who had the palsy, and was unfeelingly left
on shore when the Alert sailed, came home in the Pilgrim, and I had
the pleasure of helping to get him into the Massachusetts General
Hospital. When he had been there about a week, I went to see him in
his ward, and asked him how he got along. "Oh! first-rate usage,
sir; not a hand's turn to do, and all your grub brought to you,
sir." This is a sailor's paradise,- not a hand's turn to do, and all
your grub brought to you. But an earthly paradise may pall. Bennett
got tired of in-doors and stillness, and was soon out again, and set
up a stall, covered with canvas, at the end of one of the bridges,
where he could see all the passers-by, and turn a penny by cakes and
ale. The stall in time disappeared, and I could learn nothing of his
last end, if it has come.
Of the lads who, beside myself, composed the gig's crew, I know
something of all but one. Our bright-eyed, quick-witted little
cockswain, from the Boston public schools, Harry May, or Harry
Bluff, as he was called, with all his songs and gibes, went the road
to ruin as fast as the usual means could carry him. Nat, the
"bucketmaker," grave and sober, left the seas, and, I believe, is a
hack-driver in his native town, although I have not had the luck to
see him since the Alert hauled into her berth at the North End.
One cold winter evening, a pull at the bell, and a woman in distress
wished to see me. Her poor son George,- George Somerby,- "you remember
him, sir; he was a boy in the Alert; he always talks of you,- he is
dying in my poor house." I went with her, and in a small room, with
the most scanty furniture, upon a mattress on the floor,- emaciated,
ashy pale, with hollow voice and sunken eyes,- lay the boy George,
whom we took out a small, bright boy of fourteen from a Boston public
school, who fought himself into a position on board ship, and whom we
brought home a tall, athletic youth, that might have been the pride
and support of his widowed mother. There he lay, not over nineteen
years of age, ruined by every vice a sailor's life absorbs. He took
my hand in his wasted feeble fingers, and talked a little with his
hollow, death-smitten voice. I was to leave town the next day for a
fortnight's absence, and whom had they to see to them? The mother
named her landlord,- she knew no one else able to do much for them.
It was the name of a physician of wealth and high social position,
well known in the city as the owner of many small tenements, and of
whom hard things had been said as to his strictness in collecting
what he thought his dues. Be that as it may, my memory associates
him only with ready and active beneficence. His name has since been
known the civilized world over, from his having been the victim of
one of the most painful tragedies in the records of the criminal law.
I tried the experiment of calling upon him; and, having drawn him
away from the cheerful fire, sofa, and curtains of a luxurious
parlor, I told him the simple tale of woe, of one of his tenants,
unknown to him even by name. He did not hesitate; and I well remember
how, in that biting, eager air, at a late hour, he drew his cloak
about his thin and bent form, and walked off with me across the
Common, and to the South End, nearly two miles of an exposed walk,
to the scene of misery. He gave his full share, and more, of kindness
and material aid; and, as George's mother told me, on my return, had
with medical aid and stores, and a clergyman, made the boy's end as
comfortable and hopeful as possible.
The Alert made two more voyages to the coast of California,
successful, and without a mishap, as usual, and was sold by Messrs.
Bryant and Sturgis, in 1843, to Mr. Thomas W. Williams, a merchant
of New London, Connecticut, who employed her in the whaletrade in
the Pacific. She was as lucky and prosperous there as in the
merchant service. When I was at the Sandwich Islands in 1860, a man
was introduced to me as having commanded the Alert on two cruises, and
his friends told me that he was as proud of it as if he had
commanded a frigate.
I am permitted to publish the following letter from the owner of the
Alert, giving her later record and her historic end,- captured and
burned by the rebel Alabama:
NEW LONDON, MARCH 17, 1868.
RICHARD H. DANA, ESQ.:
Dear Sir,- I am happy to acknowledge the receipt of your favor of
the 14th inst., and to answer your inquiries about the good ship
Alert. I bought her of Messrs. Bryant and Sturgis in the year 1843,
for my firm of Williams and Haven, for a whaler, in which business she
was successful until captured by the rebel steamer Alabama, September,
1862, making a period of more than nineteen years, during which she
took and delivered at New London upwards of twenty-five thousand
barrels of whale and sperm oil. She sailed last from this port, August
30, 1862, for Hurd's Island (the newly discovered land south of
Kerguelen's), commanded by Edwin Church, and was captured and burned
on the 9th of September following, only ten days out, near or close to
the Azores, with thirty barrels of sperm oil on board, and while her
boats were off in pursuit of whales.
The Alert was a favorite ship with all owners, officers, and men who
had anything to do with her; and I may add almost all who heard her
name asked if that was the ship the man went in who wrote the book
called "Two Years before the Mast"; and thus we feel, with you, no
doubt, a sort of sympathy at her loss, and that, too, in such a
manner, and by wicked acts of our own countrymen.
My partner, Mr. Haven, sends me a note from the office this P. M.,
saying that he had just found the last log-book, and would send up
this evening a copy of the last entry on it; and if there should be
anything of importance I will enclose it to you, and if you have any
further inquiries to put, I will, with great pleasure, endeavor to
answer them.
Remaining very respectfully and truly yours,
THOMAS W. WILLIAMS.
P. S.- Since writing the above I have received the extract from the
log-book, and enclose the same.
The last Entry in the Log-Book of the Alert.
"SEPTEMBER 9, 1862.
"Shortly after the ship came to the wind, with the main yard
aback, we went alongside and were hoisted up, when we found we were
prisoners of war, and our ship a prize to the Confederate steamer
Alabama. We were then ordered to give up all nautical instruments
and letters appertaining to any of us. Afterwards we were offered
the privilege, as they called it, of joining the steamer or signing
a parole of honor not to serve in the army or navy of the United
States. Thank God no one accepted the former of these offers. We
were all then ordered to get our things ready in haste, to go on
shore,- the ship running off shore all the time. We were allowed four
boats to go on shore in, and when we had got what things we could take
in them, were ordered to get into the boats and pull for the
shore,- the nearest land being about fourteen miles off,- which we
reached in safety, and, shortly after, saw the ship in flames.
"So end all our bright prospects, blasted by a gang of miscreants,
who certainly can have no regard for humanity so long as they continue
to foster their so-called peculiar institution, which is now
destroying our country."
I love to think that our noble ship, with her long record of good
service and uniform success, attractive and beloved in her life,
should have passed, at her death, into the lofty regions of
international jurisprudence and debate, forming a part of the body
of the "Alabama Claims"; that, like a true ship, committed to her
element once for all at her launching, she perished at sea, and,
without an extreme use of language, we may say, a victim in the
cause of her country.
R. H. D., JR.
BOSTON, MAY 6, 1869.
-THE END-